Now a long goodbye to you, my dear Ch: With a heave-oh haul And a last farewell, and a long farewell Ch: And good morning, ladies, all For we're outward bound to New York Town And you'll wave to us till the sun goes down. And when we get to New York town, Oh it's there we'll drink, and sorrows drown. When we're back once more in London Docks, All the pretty girls will come in flocks. And Poll, and Bet, and Sue will say: "Oh it's here comes Jack with his three years' pay." So a long goodbye to you, my dear, And a last farewell, and a long farewell.

Not to be confused with Roller, Bowler, which shares the phrase “good morning ladies all”. Sharp gives both versions.