My Donald

	作词 : Traditional
	Oh my Donald he works on the sea
	On the waves that blow wild and free
	He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
	While southward he rolls to the home of the whale
	And he ne'er thinks o' me far behind
	Nor the torments that rage in my mind
	He's mine for only part of the year
	And I'm left all alone with only my tears
	Ye ladies that smell of wild rose
	Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes
	Think ye o' the wives and the babies that yearn
	For a man ne'er returning from hunting the sperm
	My Donald he works on the sea
	On the waves that blow wild and free
	He splices the ropes and sets the sails
	While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

	zuò cí : Traditional
	Oh my Donald he works on the sea
	On the waves that blow wild and free
	He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
	While southward he rolls to the home of the whale
	And he ne' er thinks o' me far behind
	Nor the torments that rage in my mind
	He' s mine for only part of the year
	And I' m left all alone with only my tears
	Ye ladies that smell of wild rose
	Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes
	Think ye o' the wives and the babies that yearn
	For a man ne' er returning from hunting the sperm
	My Donald he works on the sea
	On the waves that blow wild and free
	He splices the ropes and sets the sails
	While southward he rolls to the home of the whale