Good-bye and fare ye well; for we'll sail no more together,
Broad seas and narrow in fair or foul weather:
We'll sail no more together in foul weather or fine,
And ye'll go your own way, and I'll go mine.
O the seas are very wide, and there's never any knowing
The countries we'll see or the ports where we'll be going,
All across the wide world, up and down the sea,
Before we come together, as at last may be.
Good-bye and fare ye well