Now we are ready to head for the Horn. Way ay, roll an’ go! Our boots an’ our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn. Timme! Rollickin’ randy dandy O! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away! Way ay, roll an’ go! The anchor’s on board an’ the cable’s all stored, Timme! Rollickin’ randy dandy O!
Soon we’ll be warpin’ her out through the locks, Where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks.
Come breast the bar, bullies, an’ heave her away, Soon we’ll be rollin’ her ‘way down the bay.
Sing goodbye to Sally an’ goodbye to Sue, For we are the buckos who can kick ‘er through.
Oh, man the stout caps’n an’ heave with a will. Soon we’ll be drivin’ ‘er ‘way down the hill.
Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums, Take yer hands from yer pockets an’ don’t suck yer thumbs.
Roust ‘er up, bullies, the winds drawing free, Let’s get the clad-rags on an’ drive ‘er to sea.
We’re outward bound for Vallipo Bay, Get crackin’, m’ lads, it’s a hell o’ a way!
