Henry Purcell
The Sailor’s Aria
Come away, fellow sailors, fellow sailors come away
Your anchors be weighing, time and tide will admit no delaying
Take a bouzy short leave of your nymphs on the shore
And Silence their mourning with vows of returning
But never intending to visit them more
No, never intending to visit them more
No, never, no never, intending to visit them more