Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again.
He’s looking for a saviour, he’s looking for a friend.
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been.
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.

When I was just a young’un, Sir, I came without a sound.
She said this ship is sank and now a nice soldier’s drowned.
Sat there I met the Devil on the blacks of Australia (?)
We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea.

When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men believe, I’m the [bad word] of the sea,
And the ghost of a highway man. Sails! Hurry up!

As a ghost I damned you, I brought you to the well,
Or I’d just shuck and sully seven miles below [bad word] 
For dune strips and Covent ships, smiling [bad word] lay,
Counting out their pennies to escape another day.

When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men believe, I’m the [bad word] of the sea,
And a ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!

So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again.
He’s looking for a saviour, he’s looking for a friend.
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been.
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.