BUT where's the brown drifter that went out alone ? br -Roll and go, and fare you well- br ' Was her name br Peggy Nutten? br ' That name is my own. br Fare you well, my sailor. br They sang in the dark, ' Let her go ! Let her go ! ' br And she sailed to the West, where the broad waters flow; br And the others come back, but . . . the bitter winds blow. br Ah, fare you well, my sailor. br br The women, at evening, they wave and they cheer. br -Roll and go, and fare you well- br They're waiting to welcome their lads at the pier. br Fare you well, my sailor. br They're all coming home in the twilight below; br But there's one little boat. . . . Let her go ! Let her go! br She carried my heart, and a heart for the foe. br Ah, fare you well, my sailor. br br The br Nell br and the br Maggie br , the br Ruth br and the Joan, br br -'-Roll and go, and fare you well- br They come to their name-sakes, and leave me alone. br Fare you well, my sailor. br And names are kep' dark, for the spies mustn't know; br But they'll look in my face, an' I think it will show; br Peggy Nutten's my name. Let her go ! Let her go! br Ah, fare you well, my sailor.