Heave away, the pump-bowls bright.
Leave ‘er, Johnny, leave ‘er.
There’ll be no sleep for us tonight.
There is time for us to leave ‘er.
The rats have left ‘er, we the crew,
It’s time, be dammd, we leave ‘er too.
Heave around or we shall drown!
Say can’t yiz feel ‘er settlin’ down?
Cap’en, you must loose yer crew.
Just listen, I will tell ye true.
Cap’en, don’t ye wait for prime.
We’d better man the boats in time.
This ship will surely go below.
I think we better leave her now.
The work wuz hard, the voyage long,
The sea wuz high, the gales wuz strong.
The wind wuz foul, the sea ran high.
She shipped it green, an’ none went by.
The grub wuz bad, the wages low.
But now once more ashore we’ll go.
Oh, pump ‘er out from down below.
Oh, pump ‘er out an’ off we’ll go.
The starboard pump is like the crew.
It’s all worn out, an’ will not do.
Leave ‘er, Jack’, an’ pump no more.
It’s time we wuz upon dry shore.
