Shantyman: As I looked to the grey-speckled sky

Shantyman: Fluttrin above there was a magpie

Shantyman: And into the wind a song it did cry:

All: Don’t bear me down O’ Lore Lay

Shantyman: “Close ahead a maiden resides”

Shantyman: “To live, thou must shelter thine ears and thine eyes”

Shantyman: “For if you do not, by her spell shall you die!”

All: Don’t bear me down O’ Lore Lay