We just lost sight of the Queensport light down the bay before usnAnd the wind has blown some cold today with just a wee touch of snownAlong the shore from Lazy Head hard abeam Half IslandnTonight we'll let the anchor go down in Fogarty's CovennMy Sally's like the raven's wing, her hair is like her mothersnWith hands that make quick work of a chore and eyes like the top of a stovenCome suppertime she'll walk the beach wrapped in my old dufflenWith her eyes upon the masthead reach, down in Fogarty's CovennShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingnTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's CovenShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingnTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's CovennShe cries when I'm away to sea, nags me when I'm with hernShe'd rather I'd a Government job or maybe go on the dolenBut I love the waves as I pult about, nose into the channelnMy Sally keeps the supper and a bed for me, down in Fogarty's CovennShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingnTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's CovenShe will walk the sandy shore so plain, watch the combers rollingnTill I come to Wild Rose Chance again down in Fogarty's Cove