This is an air from northern England. The words are from a fragment in the Bishoprick Garland:

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly,
Blow bonnie breeze, my true lover to me.

They told me last night there were ships in the offing,
And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea.
But my eye could not see it wherever might be it,
The bark that is bearing my lover to me.