It happened on a certain day,
The ship Rambolee at her anchors lay.
That very night a storm came on,
And the ship Rambolee from her anchors did run,
Ch: So come all you girls, you girls that I adore,
Pray for the sailors that are on a lee shore.
Now, the boats they were in so nimbly did toss;
Some jumped in, while others were lost.
Some in one boat and some in another,
While the watch down below, boys, they did smother.
Weep, pretty maidens, weep with me,
Weep for your lovers lost in the Rambolee.
Only three remains to tell the tale
How the ship behaved in that dreadful gale.