Pick up your hammer pick up your nail
We got to build a ship we can sail
We got to build a ship we can sail
Right through the storm and through the southern gales

Give me your hand and swear on your fate [bad word] with me and carry your weight [bad word] with me and carry your weight
And we will anchor well beyond the strait

Make your monkey fist now bind it good and tight
Make all preparations while we have the light
You must understand we shove off today
And head for horizons far far away