With the wind old Mother Carey, Ch: Yo ho oh! Churns the sea to make her dairy: Ch: Yo ho oh! When you see a storm a-brewin', That is Mother Carey's doin': When you see Mother Carey's chickens, Then look out to catch the dickens! When you hear the icebergs rattle, Those are Mother Carey's cattle: When you see them split—a-halving, Then Mother Carey's cows are calving: When you see a flying fish, Lose no time but make your wish: Irish pennons when they're flying, Set old Mother Carey crying: When the sea-gulls dip for slush, Mother Carey stirs the mush: When one sea-gull follows you, Mother Carey soon makes it two: When the sea-gulls fly by two, Soon good luck will come to you: When the sea-gulls fly by threes, Soon you'll have a spanking breeze: If seven follow you into port, There the sailors'll have good sport: When a rope trails in the water, That is Mother Carey's garter: When the clouds are red as roses, Those are Mother Carey's posies: If you want to win your Mary, Throw out a biscuit to Mother Carey: