Dover

Oh, dear sweetheart of mine
I reckoned my life to be over
Out of darkness I saw them shine
The mighty white cliffs of Dover
One early morning I set sail
Out of Port Sainte-Marine
No saint could save me, it would seem
From the raging storm I fell in
The crashing waves and howling winds
Took my boat a-dancin'
A frightening waltz I could not lead
Into the abyss a-glancin'
One- we rose and two- we stopped
Three- towards Hades falling
I felt the draw from down below
I heard the sirens calling
No saint am I, but Saint was he
Who brought my boat to harbor
He saved a sinner from the sea
Saint Brendan, the navigator