Hardi! les gars, vire au guindeau
Ch: Good bye farewell, good bye farewell
Hardi! les gars, adieu Bordeaux!
Ch: Hourra ! oh! Mexico!
Au cap Horn il ne fera pas chaud
Ch: Haul away, hé! Oula tchalez
A faire la pêche au cachalot
Ch: Hal' matelot, hé! ho! hisse hé! ho!

Plus d'un y laissera sa peau

Adieu misère, adieu bateau!
Et nous irons à Valparaiso
Où d'autres laisseront leurs os

Ceux qui r'viendront pavillon haut
C'est premier brin de matelot
Pour la bordée il seront à flot
Bons pour le rack, la fille, le couteau

Oh, Nancy Dawson, I-Oh
Ch: Chee-lee men
She robb'd the Bosun, I-Oh
Ch: Chee-lee men
That was a caution, I-Oh
Ch: Chee-lee men
Oh Haul-y I-Oh
Ch: Chee-lee men

Oh Sally Racket, I-Oh &c.
She pawned my best jacket, I-Oh &c.
Sold the pawn ticket. I-Oh, &c.

Oh Kitty Carson
Jilted the parson
Married a mason

Oh Betsy Baker
Lived in Long Acre
Married a quaker

Oh Jenny Walker
Married a hawker
That was a corker

Oh Polly Riddle
Broke her new fiddle
Right through the middle

My man, he was a seaman,
A seaman was my man,
He plowed the sea's billows,
Will come no more to land.

The worst of all it seemed,
When the children were small,
They cried, "Our dear mother,
Where is our father now?"

He is resting in the grave,
In the cold grave before me,
He will not come back again,
Before we gather there.

Yes, listen all ye lassies,
You who married wish to be,
Oh, never wed with a sailor,
For sorrow you will see.

Does anyone wish to know,
Who has written this lament,
It is from a sailor's wife,
Left with her five small babes.