Our mate has married a wife,
And you ought to know how he regrets it.
Ch: Falderal-deri, falderal-dera,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

She's no good at mending stockings,
And makes a hash of cooking meals.

Oh, mate, come with your bottle,
And give each man a dram or six.

A dram or six is rather much,
Well give us each two drams only.

Oh, mate, bring us your jar,
And give us one dram only.

From Songs of the Sea by Stan Hugill (1977)