Where am I to go me Johnnies? O, where am I to go?
Ch: To me way, hay, hay, high, roll an' go!
O, where am I to go me Johnnies? O, where am I to go?
For I'm a young sailor boy, an' where am I to go?
'Way up on that t'gallant yard, that's where yer bound to go,
'Way up on that t'gallant yard, the gans'l for to stow.
'Way up on that t'gallant yard and take that gans'l in,
'Way up aloft an' lay right out an' stow it neat an' trim.
Yer bound away around Cape Horn that's where yer bound to go,
Yer bound away around Cape Horn, all through the ice an' snow.
Yer'll be an able seaman, lad, when you have served yer time,
An' then ye'll ship as a sailorman aboard the Blackball line.
One day ye'll sit for a ticket, lad, this work will serve ye fine,
Ye'll finish up as a captain, lad, aboard some liner prime.
Oh, where am I to go, me Johnnies, where am I to go?
Oh, where am I to go, me Johnnies, where am I to go?