Come all you men and maidens as wishes for to sail,
And I soon will let you quickly hear of where you must aroam.
We'll embark into a ship, which her topsails is let fall,
And all unto an is-le-and, and never more go home.

Especially you ladies that's anxious for to rove,
There's fishes in the sea, my love, likewise the buck and doe,
We'll lie down on the banks of some pleasant shady grove,
Thro' the wild woods we'll wander, and we'll chase the buffalo,
And we'll chase the buffalo,
Thro' the wild woods we'll wander
and we'll chase the buffalo.

From Sea Songs and Shanties by W. B. Whall (1910, 1912, 1913, 1920)