The worst old ship that ever did sail
Sailed out of Harwich on a windy day.

Waitin’ for the day, waitin' for the day.
Waitin’ for the day that we get our pay.

She was built in Roman times.
Held together with bits of twine.

Waitin' for the day, waitin’ for the day.
Waitin' for the day that we get our pay.

Nothin' in the galley, nothin’ in the hold
The skipper's turned in with a bag of gold.

Waitin’ for the day, waitin' for the day.
Waitin' for the day that we get our pay.

Off Orford Ness she sprang a leak.
Hear her poor old timbers creek

Waitin' for the day, waitin’ for the day.
Waitin' for the day that we get our pay.

We pumped our way round Scalby Ness,
When the wind backed round to west-norwest

Waitin’ for the day, waitin' for the day.
Waitin' for the day that we get our pay.

Into the Humber and up to town,
Pump you blighters, pump or drown.

Waitin' for the day, waitin' for the day.
Waitin' for the day that we get our pay.