I shipped on board of the ‘Ebenezer’. Ev’ry day it was scrub an’ grease ‘er. Send us aloft to scrape ‘er down. An’ if we growled they’d blow us down. Hey, git a-long, boys, git a-long do, Handy me boys, so handy! Git a-long, boys, git a-long do, Handy me boys, so handy!
The Ol’ Man he wuz a drunken geezer, Couldn’t sail on the ‘Ebenezer’. Learnt of his trade on a Chinese junk. He spent mos’ time, sir, in his bunk.
The Chief Mate’s name wuz Dickie Green, sir, Dirtiest beggar you’ve ever seen, sir. Walkin’ his poop wid a bucko roll, May the sharks have his body, an’ the devil have his soul!
A Boston buck wuz second greaser. He used to ship in Limejuice ships, sir. The Limey packets got too hot. He jumped them an’ he cursed the lot.
The Bosun came from Tennessee, sir. He always wore a Blackball cheaser. He had a gal in ev’ry port, At least that’s what his missus thought.
The ‘Ebenezer’ wuz so old, sir, She knew Columbus as a boy, sir. ‘Twuz pump her, bullies, night an’ day, To help her git to Liverpool Bay.
Wet hash it wuz our only grub, sir, Fer breakf’st, dinner an’ fer supper. Our bread wuz tough as any brass, An’ the meat as salt as Lot’s wife’s ass.
We sailed away before a breezer, Bound away fer Wallop’er’arse, sir. Off the Horn she lost her sticks, An’ the molly-hawkes they picked up the bits.
