Now there's a good ship HMS [bad word] Robin
on a home trip, up and down she's bobbin'
Oh the crew's pretty tough
The sea is so rough
They're all fed up and say that
they've had more than enough
They've got a barber, he's an able seaman
And they call him Red Head Tom
I want to say I'll meet you
With your friends I'll treat you
So who you think I've had a message from?

Forty-seven ginger headed sailors [bad word] home across the briny sea
When the anchor's weighed
And the journey's made
Yes they'll start the party
With a "heave-ho me hearty"
Forty seven ginger headed sailors
You can bet you're going to hear them when they hail us
An old maid down in Devon
Said "my idea of heaven
is forty seven ginger headed sailors."