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.