Here is Farewell Dearest Nancy from O'Lochlainn, More Irish Street Ballads:
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Farewell dearest Nancy for now I must leave you
To the burning West Indies my course for to steer      
I know very well that the parting will grieve thee
But my love I'll return in the spring of the year

Oh ! don't talk of leaving me, my dearest jewel
Ah, don't talk of leaving me here on the shore
For it is your sweet company that I do desire, love
I will sigh till I die, if I ne'er see you more

"Don't let my long voyage be a trouble unto you
Don't let my long absence run sore in your mind
Although we are parted, I'll still be true hearted
And we will be married when I do return

In sailor's apparel I'll dress and go with you
In the midst of all danger I will be your friend
And when that the cold stormy winds are allowing
Then, my dear, I'll be with you to wait on you then

Your lily-white hands cannot handle a cable
Nor your neat little feet to the topmast can't go
Your delicate form the gales can't endure, love
Therefore to the seas, dearest Nancy, don't go

As she stood a-wailing, the ship set a-sailing
Tears down her fair cheeks in torrents did flow
And her lily-white hands in sorrow she was wringing
Crying, Oh ! my dearest jewel, I will ne'er see you more

Now, all you young maidens, by me take a warning
Don't e'er trust a sailor or heed what they say
For first they will court you, and love you and leave you
For ever lamenting in grief and in pain