Ooh, this story I toke to tell - about a voyage to hell In that handy, bandy barque the “Campañero” 'Tween the skipper, bosun an’ th’ pump They nearly drove me off me chump In that handy, bandy barque the “Campañero” An’ if ever I go to sea, no more West Coast Packets fer me Like that handy, bandy barque the “Campañero”
Naw, I’ll have yer all ter know, that wherever ye may go If ye see this name a-runnin’ fore an’ a-aft-O Don’t yer jine her or ye’ll pay. ‘Cos ye’ll niver fergit a day
I wuz not very long ashore, in a place called Baltimore When I shipped away te Rio de Janeir-O ‘Twuz this packed, oh, I jined, I wuz sorry that I’d signed
Oh, she had a shanghaied crew all from Hell an’ Timbucktoo An’ the bullies in six lingoes did they swear-O! Th’ Cap’en wuz a dandy-O, an’ far to fond o’ brandy-O
In the roundin’ of Cape Stiff, oh,we had a little tiff With the snifters off Tierra del Fueyg-O An’ it blew like hell all day, carried all our tops’ls away
An’ in Calli-o we lay, yes, just inside of the Bay When the wind blew up so suddenly an’ rare-O Shit, it blew like Barney’s Bull, an’ it nearly wrecked our hull
Then a dose of Yeller Jack put the bullies on their back An’ it even made the Ol’ Man share his grog-O Oh, a Jonah’s bitch wuz she, an’ not ment fer you an’ me
So I skinned out in the port, by the jauntis I wuz caught But their hoosegow wuz a pleasant place to stay-O It wuz a home away from home, better far than havin’ to roam
Ye may sail the whole world round, but nowhere that ye’ll be bound Will ye find a worser barque than this’n ‘ere-O If ye’ll take of me advice, then ye’ll niver jine her twice
