Oh What Comes Over The Sea, Shoals And Quicksands Past; And What Comes Home To Me, Sailing Slow, Sailing Fast? A Wind Comes Over The Sea With A Moan In Its Blast; But Nothing Comes Home To Me, Sailing Slow, Sailing Fast. Let Me Be, Let Me Be, For My Lot Is Cast: Land Or Sea All'S One To Me, And Sail It Slow Or Fast.