Don't you see the ships [bad word]  Don't you see them in full sail?
Don't you see the ships [bad word] With the prizes at their tail? 
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on a Rolling sea.

Sailors they get all the money, soldiers they get none but brass;
How I love my Rolling sailor, soldiers they may kiss my [bad word] 
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
How can I be blithe and merry, with my [bad word] love far from me,
All those pretty little sailors they’ve been pressed and taken to sea
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
How I wish the press were over and all the wars were at an end;
then everybody sailor Laddie would be happy with his friend.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
When the wars they are all over and peace and [bad word] again 
Everybody’s sailor Laddie [bad word] sailing on the main
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.
All the wars will soon be over and all our sailors [bad word] home,
Every lass would get her lad she wont have to sleep alone.
Oh, my little Rolling sailor, Oh, my little Rolling he;
How I love my Rolling sailor, when he’s on the Rolling sea.