He-bang, she-bang, daddy shot a bear, Shot ‘im in the stem, me boys, an’ niver turned a hair. We’re all from the railroad - too-rer-loo, An’ the ol’ moke pickin’ on the banjo. Hoo - raw! What the Hell’s the row? We’re all from the railroad - too-rer-loo, We’re all from the railroad - too-rer-loo, An’ the ol’ moke pickin’ on the banjo!
Pat, lay back, take yer slack, heave away, me boys! Heave away, me bully boys, why don’t yer make some noice?
Roll, boys, bowl, boys, give ‘er flamin’ gip! Drag the anchor off the mud, an’ let the baster’ rip!
Rock-a-block, chock-a-block, heave the caps’an round! Fish the fuckin’ anchor up, fer we are outward bound.
Out chocks, two blocks, heave away or bust! Heave away, me bully boys, kick up some flamin’ dust.
Whisky-O, Johnny-O, the mudhook is in sight, ‘Tis a Hell-o-a-way to the gals that wait, an’ the ol’ Nantucket Light.
