Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, Come rock an’ roll me over.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, do-gh!
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, come roll me in the clover.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, the chiief mate he’s a croaker.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, the Ol’ Man he’s a soaker.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, the bosun’s never sober.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, from Calais down to Dover.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, in London lives yer lover.
Oh do, me Johnny Bowker, the packet she’s a-rollin’.
fortsett med vers fra Haul the Bowline.
