Oh , fisher of the waters, Fidelin,
Come fish for me, I pray,
With your gallant going vessel,
With your gallant pull away.
La ra lo, la ra lay.

And what am I to fish for?
Oh, a ring I've lost to-day;
A hundred crowns I'll give thee,
And a purse both rich and gay.

Oh, a hundred crowns I'll have not,
Nor a purse both rich and gay;
Lady, I'll have a kiss of love,
And that shall be my pay.