Mary is rocking in her favorite chair
She is thinking of another
While the flames flicker on her long, red hair —
She reflects upon a treasure

Mary was widowed at an early age
She had four sons and one daughter
They moved in with another, and she earned her wage —
From the Captain who had named her

Chorus:
It was your destiny to be
Born upon the sea
Named by a man with a cutlass sword
Once your mother gave her word

Mary was married in a green, silk gown
There were flowers on the fabric
Embroidered by a woman in a far-off town
With fine hands so sure and quick

The cloth was a gift on the day she was born
When her vessel, fair, was boarded
Her mother made a promise and an oath was sworn —
The name, Mary, was recorded

Chorus

There is a story of a windy night —
Shovels digging in the earth
A chest was carried and bolted tight —
Could be something of great worth

One night, Mary came home to find
The house was dark and silent
She ran to the orchard in the field behind
Lord, his end had been violent

Chorus