Bounty was a packet ship
Ch: Pump ship, packet ship!
Sailing on a cruisin' trip
Ch: In the South Pacific!

Billy Blight, that silly man
Was the master in command.

He was growling day and night,
Whether he was wrong or right.

On the Bounty were the rules,
Not for soft an' silly fools.

An' the answer to complains.
Handcuffs an' the iron chains.

Spittin' on the quarterdeck,
Punishment -- a broken neck.

There were troubles every day,
Many sailors ran away.

An' at last that Billy Blight,
With his crew began to fight.

Brawling, kickin' everywhere,
Iron pins flew thro' the air.

Mates an' sailors in the night,
Overpowered Billy Blight.

They put Billy Blight afloat;
With his madness in a boat:

Bounty then went out of sight,
Left along was Billy Blight.

Billy Blight he reached the caost,
But the Bounty she was lost.

Many gales have crossed the sea,
Since the Bounty went away.

Never was there heard a word,
From the crew that stayed on board.

From Songs of the Sea by Stan Hugill (1977)