| Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon, |
| True to the breed that that bore him, |
| Answered the call that held in thrall |
| His father’s heart before him. |
| Jean Louis Dominic sailed away |
| Further than love could find him |
| Yet through the night he heard a light |
| And gentle voice behind him say |
| Matelot, Matelot where you go my thoughts go with you |
| Matelot, Matelot when you go down to the sea |
| As you gaze from afar on the evening star |
| Wherever you may roam |
| You’ll remember the lights through the winter nights |
| That guides you safely home |
| Though you find womankind to be frail |
| One love cannot, fail my son, till our days are done |
| Matelot, oh Matelot where you go my thoughts go with you |
| Matelot, Matelot when you go down to the sea |
| When there’s grief in sky and the waves fly high |
| My heart to you will say |
| You may be sure that I’m true to my love for you |
| Though half the world away |
| Never mind if you find other charms |
| Here within my arms you’ll sleep, Sailor from the deep |
| Matelot, oh Matelot where you go my heart will follow |
| Matelot oh Matelot when you go down to the sea |
| When you go down to the sea |