The sea's a place for sailormen
In fair or stormy weather;
'Round the world an' back again –
We's all good mates together.

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So cheer up, me lively lads,
In spite of stormy weather;
Cheer up, me lively lads,
Let's all get drunk together!

We went ashore last pay day night,
Bill Dykes the mate, and me;
We cruised about till we got tight;
'Twas all a glorious spree!

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We veered an' hauled an' tacked an' beat,
An' shifted course some more,
Till we fetched up on Bleecher Street,
An' steered for South Street shore.

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An' we wuz ridin' even keel,
Consid'rin' where we'd been,
Till a pair of cops put up a deal
An' tried to run us in.

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So Bill, he sez: "'Turn To' has gone,
I think I heard 'er blow,"
An' he winked at me, an' I wuz on,
An' then he sez: "Let's go!"

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So Bill, he took th' bigger one,
An' 'course I took th' other,
An' so help me, when th' job wuz done
Y'd think that they wuz brothers;.

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Th' port side light o' one wuz red,
Th' starb'ard showin' green;
It's just luck he wuzn't dead,
While his mate lay careened.

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For I downed him cold in th' mornin' watch.
With his own b'layin' pin;
Th' top of his head wuz an awful splotch
An' his jaw wuz busted in.

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Then Bill, he sez: "All's well below,"
An' he cast his weather eye
Around the street, an' sez: "Let's go,
An' leave them lubbers die."

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Two sailors rollin' down the dock,
A-makin' heavy weather,
A-hoisted in with tackle an' block,
Flung in the brig together!

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The sea's a place for sailormen in fair or stormy weather;
'Round the world and back again they're all good mates together.

We went ashore on pay day night, Bill Dykes, the mate, and me;
We cruised about till we got tight an' then went on a spree.
We veered an' hauled an' tacked an' beat, an' shifted course some more,
Till we fetched up on Bleecher Street, an' steered for Jersy shore —
An' we wuz ridin' even keel, consid'rin where we'd been,
Till a pair of cops put up a deal an' tried t' run us in.
An' Bill, he sez: "'Turn To' has gone, I think I heard 'er blow,"
An' he winked at me, an' I wuz on, an' then he sez: "Les' go!"

So Bill, he took th' biggest one, an' 'course I took th' other,
An' s' help me, when th' job wuz done y' couldn't tell one from t'other.
Th' port side light o' one wuz green, an' th' starb'ard showin' red,
An' t'other wuz bleedin' in b'tween, an' I thought he wuz dead,
Fer I downed him cold in th' mornin' watch with his wood b'layin' pin;
An' th' top uv his head wuz an awful splotch an' his jaw wuz busted in.
'N then Bill, he sez: "Tis well b'low," an' he cast his weather eye
Aroun' the street, an' he sez: "Les' go, an' leave the' lubbers die."

Two sailors rolling down the dock, and making heavy weather,
A-hoisted in with tackle and block, and into the brig together.