Traditional, English verses Lorcan Otway all rights reserved...

Seisd: Chorus:
Màili dhonn, bhòidheah dhonn,
Màili dhonn,
thill i dhachaidh
Gruagach òg a chùil duinn,
Dh' eireadh m'intinn air t'fhaicinn.


Chorus
(all)
Mary’s Sean fished a trawler,
And he named her after Mary
Fine a craft as ever sailed
From the shipyards of West Kerry
Chorus
The Buisness men in Belgim
Say our fishing is poaching
while in the lea of our harbours
Dannish trawlers are encroaching

(herself)
I watched him slip his lines
To fish where seas are still free
two hundred miles off shore
past the common market's boundry

(Lorcan)
Clearing Innish Vic Illan,
Seven Brothers and the Skelligs
Bear South West to meet the swells
Building up from the Antarctic
Chorus

(Lorcan)
The glass is falling fast
and the winds are now lashing
as the night closes in
sheets of lightning now are flashing
Chorus
(herself)
Though the seas pound our shores
like many long guns a-blazing
still I know he'll return
red storm tris'le he'll be raising
Chorus
(Lorcan)
We have lost all our gear
and our engine is drowned
and we pray for our wives
that our boddies will be found
Chorus
(herself)
I will watch for my Sean
I'll keep watch here on Sleahead
there'll be seagulls in his wake
then this black shawl I will shed


Gura mise tha gu tinn,Cùl mo ceaun air an leacann,Bha mi (i) reimhe rotach, garbhAir an fhairge 'gam marcachd.