The waters they washed them ashore, ashore,
And they never will sail the seas no more.
We laid them along by the churchyard wall
And all in a row we buried them all,
But their boots we buried below the tide
On Severn-side.
 
The gulls they fly over so high, so high,
To see where their bodies all safe do lie;
They fly all around, and loud they do call
All over the place where we buried them all,
But their boots we buried below the tide
On Severn-side.