I'll never, never, go to sea no more;
I'll court a pretty little lass 'n' have a weddin' day,
'N' settle down some quiet place ashore;
I'll never go to sea again a-temptin' Davy Jones,
Hearkening to them cruel sharks a-hungerin' for me bones;
I'll run a blushin' dairyfarm or go a-crackin' stones,
Or buy 'n' keep a little liquor store."
Oh, I'll never go to sea again to plow the ocean deep,
No more I'll hear "All hands aloft" to rob me of me sleep;
I'll settle ninety miles from shore, no more the pier head leap,
I'll never, never, go to sea no more!
Then, they towed her in to Liverpool, we made the hooker fast,
And the copper-bound official paid the crew (paid the crew),
So I drew me money, but me money didn't last,
For I went and painted Lime Street blue (so blue), –
It was rum for Poll, and rum for Nan, and gin for Jolly Jack;
I shipped a week later in the clothes upon me back;
And I had to pinch a little straw, I had to beg a sack,
To sleep on, when me watch was through.
But, I'll never go to sea again to plow the ocean deep,
No more I'll hear "All hands aloft" to rob me of my sleep
I'll settle ninety miles from shore, no more the pier head leap,
I'll never, never, go to sea no more!