When first I landed in Liverpool,
I went upon a stray
Me money alas, I spent it fast,
Got [bad word] as [bad word] could be
And when that me money was all gone
'twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea once more. 

I spent the night with Angeline
Too [bad word] to roll in bed
Me watch was new and me money too
In the morning with them she fled
And as I walked the streets about
The whores they all did roar
There goes Jack Strapp the poor sailor lad,
He must go to sea once more.

And as I walked the streets about
I met with the Rapper Brown
I am him for to take me on
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you got no score
But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance
And I'll send you to sea once more.

He shipped me on board of a whaling ship
All for the Arctic Seas
Where cold winds blow through the frost and snow
And your make your own blood freeze
But worst to bear I'ad no hard-weather gear
For I'd spent all me money on shore
'twas then that I wished that I was dead
And could go to sea no more.
 [bad word] all ye bold seafaring men
Who listen to me song
When [bad word] of them long trips
I'll have you not go wrong
Take my advice drink [bad word] And don't go sleeping with them whores
Get married instead and spend all night in bed
And go to sea no more.