The mate was drunk and laid below
To take a swig of his bottle-oh
The bottle oh, the bottle oh,
The sailor loves his bottle-oh
A bottle of rum and a bottle of gin,
And a bottle of Irish whiskey, oh!
Tobaccy-o tobaccy-o
The sailor likes his tobaccy-o
A packet of shag and a packet of plug
And a packet of old tobaccy-oh!
The lassies oh, the maidens oh,
The sailor loves the Judies oh!
The lass from the Pool and the gal from the Tyne,
And the gals so fine and dandy-oh!
A bully rough-house, a bully rough-house
The sailor likes a rough-house Oh!
It's red, me coat and all hands in
The bully gets rough and tumble-oh
The sing-song oh the sing-song oh,
The sailor likes a sing-song oh
A drinking song, a song of love
A ditty of seas and shipmates oh