Vocals by Farya Faraji and Aurora Aguilar, arrangement by Farya Faraji. This is a song that's quite popular in the U.S and especially Ireland, and despite the common misconception that this song is originally Irish, its actual origins are found in Newfoundland, attested for the first time in the 1933 book “Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland”, collected and edited by Elisabeth Bristol Greenleaf, and was collected from a certain Annie Walters of Rocky Harbour, Newfoundland in 1929. Only later did the song make its way into Ireland when it became a popular folk song.

The instrumentation uses the Seagull Merlin, a very recent instrument created here in Québec, as well as an accordion.

Lyrics:
There is a young maiden, she lives all a-lone
She lives all a-lone on the shore-o
There is nothing she can find to comfort her mind
But to roam all a-lone on the shore, shore, shore
But to roam all a-lone on the shore

‘Twas of the bold Captain who sailed the salt sea
Let the wind blow high, blow low
I will die, I will die, the bold Captain did cry
If I don’t have that maid on the shore, shore, shore …

I have lots of silver, I have lots of gold
I have lots of costly wares-o
I’ll divide, I’ll divide, with my jolly ship’s crew
If they row me that maid on the shore, shore, shore …

After much persuasion, they got her aboard
Let the wind blow high, blow low
They placed her a chair in his cabin below
Here’s adieu to all sorrows and care, care, care …

They replaced her away in his cabin below
Let the wind blow high, blow low
She sung charming and sweet, she sung neat and complete
She sung Captain and sailors to sleep, sleep, sleep …

Then she robbed him of silver, she robbed him of gold
She robbed him of costly wares-o
Then took his broadsword instead of an oar
And paddled her way to the shore, shore, shore …

Why me men must be crazy, me men must be mad
Me men must be deep in despair-o
For to let you go ‘way, with your beauty so gay
And to paddle your way to the shore, shore, shore …

Your men was not crazy, your men was not mad
Your men was not deep in despair-o
I deluded your sailors as well as yourself
I’m a maiden again on the shore, shore, shore...