From the recording Ballads Rule OK

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They sailed away in a gallant barque,
Roy Neal and his fair young bride
They had ventured all on that bounding ark
That danced o’er the silvery tide
But his heart was young, and his spirit light
As he dashed her tears away
As they watched the shore recede from sight
Of his own sweet Dublin Bay
They sailed three days and the storm arose
And the lightning flashed the deep,
And the thunder broke the short repose
Of the weary sea boy’s sleep
Roy Neal, he clasped his weeping bride
As he kissed her tears away
“Oh, love, ‘twas fate” aloud she cried,
“When we left sweet Dublin Bay!”
On the crowded deck of the periled ship
Some stood in their mute despair
And some more calm with the holy lip,
Sought the God of the storm in prayer
“She has struck a rock,” the seamen cried
In their breath of wild dismay
And the ship went down with the fair young bride
That sailed from Dublin Bay