Come to me on Saturday night, Ch: Victoria! Victoria! An' you will get your wants alright, Ch: Cherry-cherry, vip-bom, hurra so! Oh, no, I dare not go to thee, Thy father's dogs they will bite me. The big, black dog, well it is dead, And to the white one give some bread. And when you come into my room, You'll find some brandy to consume. Just take a deep swig at the bottle, So you'll be ready for the battle.

Source: Stan Hugill, Songs of the Sea

From Stan Hugill’s Songs of the Sea, this shanty comes from Captain Sternvall, who says it is an old working song used at one time in Swedish ports when loading cargo. He claims there are eighteen verses in all, but that most are not suitable for publication because they refer to the “eighteen points of feeling in the body.”