And as I took my first step on the wooden deck
My father stood on my right side, my mother on my left
And with the salt sea spinning underneath the breeze
I heard the mermaids crying from the Spanish seas.
And I'll sail pretty ships down to Galway
Full of English gold
For my galley's the fastest in Ireland
And my men are bold
And I shall grant you safe passage
In these troubled days
But sure as my name is O'Malley
There's no price to pay.
And as I took my next step through this troubled life
And fate went and made me a mother, and a loving wife
But husbands are fickle and cruel if you let them win
So I showed pretty fate my old dagger, and I stuck it in.
And as I took my third step and I held my breath
And the Queen held me captive in Ireland, facing sudden death
And she said to me, "Look in the mirror at the things we've seen,
You may stand here before me a prisoner, but you may not wane(?)!"