My parents taught me well, when I sail’d, when I sail’d, My parents taught me well, when I sail’d, My parents taught me well to shun the gates of hell, But against them I rebell’d when I sail’d. [Sidenote: He curseth his father and his mother dear:] I cursed my father dear, when I sail’d, when I sail’d, I cursed my father dear, when I sail’d, I cursed my father dear and her that did me bear, And so wickedly did swear, when I sail’d. [Sidenote: And blasphemeth against God:] I made a solemn vow when I sail’d, when I sail’d, I made a solemn vow when I sail’d, I made a solemn vow, to God I would not bow, Nor myself one prayer allow, as I sail’d. [Sidenote: He burieth the Good Book in sand:] I’d a Bible in my hand when I sail’d, when I sail’d, I’d a Bible in my hand when I sail’d, I’d a Bible in my hand by my father’s great command, And I sunk it in the sand, when I sail’d. [Sidenote: And murdereth William Moore:] I murdered William Moore, as I sail’d, as I sail’d, I murdered William Moore, as I sail’d, I murdered William Moore, and left him in his gore, Not many leagues from shore as I sail’d. [Sidenote: And also cruelly killeth the gunner.] And being cruel still, as I sail’d, as I sail’d, And being cruel still, as I sail’d, And being cruel still, my gunner I did kill, And his precious blood did spill, as I sail’d. [Sidenote: His mate, being about to die, repenteth and warneth him in his career.] My mate was sick and died as I sail’d, as I sail’d, My mate was sick and died as I sail’d, My mate was sick and died, which me much terrified, When he called me to his bedside as I sail’d. And unto me he did say, see me die, see me die, And unto me did say see me die, And unto me did say, take warning now by me, There comes a reckoning day, you must die. You cannot then withstand, when you die, when you die, You cannot then withstand when you die, You cannot then withstand the judgments of God’s hand, But bound then in iron bands, you must die. [Sidenote: He falleth sick, and promiseth repentance, but forgetteth his vows.] I was sick and nigh to death, as I sail’d, as I sail’d, I was sick and nigh to death as I sail’d, And I was sick and nigh to death, and I vowed at every breath To walk in wisdom’s ways as I sail’d. I thought I was undone as I sail’d, as I sail’d, I thought I was undone as I sail’d, I thought I was undone and my wicked glass had run, But health did soon return as I sail’d. My repentance lasted not, as I sail’d, as I sail’d, My repentance lasted not, as I sail’d, My repentance lasted not, my vows I soon forgot, Damnation’s my just lot, as I sail’d. [Sidenote: He steereth thro’ _Long Island_ and other Sounds.]