Of all the wives as e'er you know
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho!
There's none like Nancy Lee, I trow,
Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho!
See there she stands and waves her hands upon the quay,
And every day when I'm away she'll watch for me,
And whisper low when tempests blow, for Jack at sea,
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho!

The sailor's wife the sailor's star shall be,
Yeo-ho! We go across the sea;
The sailor's wife the sailor's star shall be,
The sailor's wife his star shall be!

The harbor's past, the breezes blow,
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho!
'Tis long ere we come back, I know.
Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho!
But true and bright from morn till night my home will be,
And all so neat, and snug and sweet, for Jack at sea,
And Nancy's face to bless the place, and welcome me.
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho!

The bosun pipes the watch below,
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho!
Then there's a health afore we go,
Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho!
A long, long life to my sweet wife, and mates at sea,
And keep our bones from Davy Jones, where-e'er we be,
And may you meet a mate as sweet as Nancy Lee.
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho!

From An American Sailor's Treasury by Frank Shay (1991)