translation, provided by Anne Coleman

he boat sailed over the ocean
In her crew, my darling men
The man with the winking eye at the helm
He had a map in his hand and was making sail
The boat sailed far from land
She was loaded with heaps of treasure
Of red gold and of the king's silver
Now my sweetheart is in the town over there
Though a King, won't he come over?
O it's with you to lie down tightly
O it's from you to rise without fail
From a beautiful bed, and a pillow under head.