And when we now to Hamburg come,
Then we know what we'll do,
We'll buy a gal for fivepence,
On the corner of David Street.

Ch: Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
We'll buy a gal for fivepence on the corner of David Street.

There's also little Mary,
A smasher of a gal,
If you catch her in the evening,
There's no room for complaint.

And then there is Fat Annie,
She is a lovely doll,
When Johnny he comes in from sea,
She's waiting for to hook him.

Then we go up to St. Pauli,
There's always something on,
When they see you they start cheering,
"Hey, Fritzy - come along!"

And up the Grosse Freiheit,
Oh, lads, what an awful row,
An' before you know what's happening,
A girl's hooked on your arm.

An' when we have blown all our pay,
Then I'll know what I will do,
All you girls can kiss my stern,
An' I'll go back to sea!

Early in the spring when the snow is all gone,
The Penobscot boys are anxious their moneey for to earn;
they will fit out a fisherman, one hundred tons or nigh,
For the Grand Banks of Newfoundland their luck for to try.

Sailing down the river, the weather being fine,
Our homes and our friends we leave far behind;
We pass by Sable Island, as we've oft done before,
Where the waves dash tremendous on a storm-beaten shore,

Now the vessel is our quarters, the ocean is our home,
And islands, capes and headlands we leave far astern
We run to the eastward for three or four days,
Then round and "sound" upon the western edge

The we run for the shoals and we run for the rocks,
Where the hagduls and Careys, they surround us in flocks;
We let go our best anchor, where the seas run so high,
On the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, the snapeyes for to try.

Early in the morn at the dawn of the day,
We jump into our dories, and saw, saw, away;
The snapeyes steal our bait, and we rip and we rave,
If ever we get home again, we'll give up the trade.

In this way we pass the summer, through dread and through fear
In fog mulls and gales of wind and big ships passing near;
The sometimes run the schooners down and sink them in the deep
The thoughts of such scenery is horrid to repeat.

Now the salt is all wet, but one half a pen,
The colors we will show and the mainsail we bend
Wash her down and scrub the decks, the dories we will stow,
Then heave up the anchor! To the Westward we go!

Come all you wild young men
And a warning take by me,
Never to lead your single life astray
And into no bad company.

As I myself have done,
It being in the merry month of May,
When I was pressed by a sea-captain
And on board a man-o-war I was sent.

We sailed on the ocean so wide
And our bonny bonny flag we let fly.
Let every man stand true to his gun
For the Lord knows who must die.

Oh our captain was wounded full sore
And so were the rest of his men.
Our main mast rigging it was scattered on the deck
So that we were obliged to give in.

Oh our decks they were spattered with blood
And so loudly the cannons did roar;
And thousands of times have I wished myself at home
And all along with my Polly on the shore.

She's a tall and a slender girl,
She's a dark and a-rolling eye,
And here am I lie a-bleeding on the deck
And for her sweet sake I would die.

So farewell to me parents and me friends,
Farewell my dear Polly too.
I'd ne'er would have crossed this salt sea so wide
If I had have been ruled by you.