I take to the galley I took to the sea
And one and one and one that's three
So I swung to the left and you just hit me
So I swung to the right, what's this trickery?
You're dancing in triples and two of you's ghosts
That's quite a good trick to be three of a bloke
And you all look alike so I say we get pokes
In the salty saloon down by sugar cane ropes-
That sit on the ships down in old yonder dock
If we can't fight with swords we'll fight with our cock-
a-mamey schemes we hatched on our way here
to sink these old schooners and drink some more beers-
And we'll watch those crotchety captains get all up in arms
And shout, "keep it steady!" As they intend us much harm-
But if we be shot then we'll fall in the drink
And we'll haunt those sea Barron's
With our funk and our stink
And we'll have forever to go sailing.
