The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned
Is to go back and walk again on the rocks of Merasheen;
I still recall the sad farewell I bid her on that day
When all upon a whaling ship I went to earn my pay;

On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen

From out of Rose au Rue we sailed to hunt the big fish down
We sailed upon the ocean 'til we sailed the world around
With girls in every port of call, I did go well astray
Forsaking her I left behind back in Placentia Bay;

On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen

Now in my old and aching age, I think of her once more
Of how she fared while waitin' for my knock upon her door;
What fate was hers I do not know, but in my sleep I've seen
Her walkin' on the cliffs upon the rocks of Merasheen;

On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen
On the hard rocks, the dirty rocks, the rocks of Merasheen