It was Friday night when we set sail
And our ship not far from land
I there did spy a fair pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

Then up spoke the little cabin boy
I was bound for Botany
But if you can’t tell a yard from a mizzen or a spar
Then you never should have run away to sea
No you never should have run away to sea

Then up from the poop of our gallant ship
Cried the helmsman plaintively
Some rum or some spice or some coffee would be nice
Or a little dry bread if you please
But I don’t want the butter or the cheese

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
Through his lantern jaw spoke he
I have daughters to spare and they are beautiful and fair
And tonight they a-sleeping will be
They’ll be sleeping with anyone they see

Then up spoke the bronzed bare-chested figurehead
Lashed to the prow was she
If you don’t get a grip on your leaky little ship
You’ll be lost forever said she
Until you’re tossed up together by the sea

Then three times round went our gallant ship
Three times round went she
Three times three times round went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea
Then we sank to the bottom of the sea

And the raging seas did roll
And the stormy winds did blow
There were we jolly sailor boys sitting up aloft
And the landlubbers lying down below

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