This dirty town has been me home since last time I was sailin’ But I’ll not stay another day I’d rather go a-whalin’ Oh, Lord above, send down a dove with beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score, an’ then ashore me money soon was flyin’ With Judy Lee upon me knee an’ in me ear alyin’
With me newfoun’ friends me money spends as fast as a winkin’ But when I make to clean the slate the landlord sais, “Keep drinkin’!”
With me payoffs gone an’ clothes in pawn an’ Judy sad for leavin’ Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy ain’t a-grievin’
When the crimp comes round I’ll take his pound an’ his hand I’ll be shakin’ Tomorrow morn’ sail for the Horn just as the day is breakin’
Well it's one last trip from port i'll slip but next time back I'm swearin I'll settle down in my home town no more I'll go seafarin'
