Now we are ready to head for the Horn
    Way hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn
    To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
 [bad word] (after each verse):
    Heave a pawl, o heave away
    Way hey, roll and go!
    The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored
    To me rollicking randy dandy-o!

Man the stout capst'n and heave with a will
But soon we'll be driving her 'way down the hill

Heave away, bullies, you parish-rigged bums
Take your hands from your pockets and don't suck your thumbs

Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawing free
Let's get the gladrags on and drive 'er to sea

We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay
Get crackin' my lads, it's a [bad word] of a way.