As we sailed down the Chyan-nel of old Eng-e-land,
With our pen-nants all fly-ing at bay,
And a man on the yard-arm a-clear-ing
the reef tayck-le and this is what he'd say:
Ch: Let go the reef a-tayck-le.
Let go the reef a-tayck-le,
Let go the reef a-tayck-le,
My sheets they are jammed