Adieu, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu.
We are bound away from the Holy Ground
And the girls we love so true.
Weґll sail the salt seas over
And weґll return once more,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!
Youґre the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more.
Now when weґre out a-sailing
And you are far behind
Fine letters will I write to you
With the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, my girl,
Youґre the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more.
Oh now the storm is raging
And we are far from shore;
The poor old ship sheґs sinking fast
And the riggings they are tore.
The night is dark and dreary,
We can scarcely see the moon,
But still I live in hope to see
The Holy Ground once more.
Itґs now the storm is over
And we are safe on shore
Weґll drink a toast to the Holy Ground
And the girls that we adore.
Weґll drink strong ale and porter