Chorus:
     I will not [A]lie me down
     this rain a [D]ragin'
     I will not [A]lie me down
     in such a [D]storm
     and if this night be unblessed
     I [Em]shall not take my rest
     [A]till I reach another [D]shore .

     And though the only water left
     is but salt to wound my thirst
     I will drink the rain that falls so steady down
     an'd though night blindness be my gift
     and there be thieves upon my drift
     I will thank the fog that shelters me along

Chorus:

     And though my mates be drained and weary
     and believe their hopes are lost
     there's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
     and though death just off the bow
     we will not answer to him now
     he shall stand to face the morning light without us.

Chorus X-2: