De Valse Zeeman [English translation]

Farewell, my Griet, I'm going to sea (1)

The wind from northeast is picking up

The ship lies ready to sail on the roadstead(2)

So Grete, be of good cheer

Soon I'll be back to the fatherland

And thou shalt be my wife

I have pledged my heart to You

I count on your faithfulness

So Gretel therefore think of me

Consider yourself a bride already

Never go with guys whoever they are

Never go out with other men

O Gretel wipe dry your tears

My dearest cry no more

Thou art my heart and will remain dear

Soon I shall return again

Do not be jealous my dear Griet

As I tell you goodbye

Those brown girls I will not Kiss

They are as black as a pelt

But the Steerman came to Oosterstrand

Since his heart was reassured

And many a sun-tanned girl

Was kissed by him as well

But did Grietje stay true to him

No, when she got the news

She became that day already the boatswain's wife

When he came back again