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.