We are the rodent mariners, As nobody needs be told, For there's no mistaking our nautical airs, Our rolling eyes so bold; There's never a ship leaves English ground, From Liverpool Docks to Plymouth Sound, For Frisco Bay or Bombay bound, But we have free run of her hold! We march aboard in companies, All in the dead of night, Over the hawsers from the quays In the shadow of the watch lamplight; Each roving rat his ship will choose, From nose to nose we pass the news, Of cargoes, destinations, crews, And none can us affright. Each roving rat his ship will choose, From nose to nose we pass the news Of cargoes, destinations, crews, And none can us affright.

We'll live like kings once we set sail,
Each vessel leaving land,
A wandering larder which entails
A feast for every hand;
Maize, apples, salmon, barley, rice,
Nutmegs, olives, South Sea spice,
Meats and India merchandise,
And all at our command!

We know the ports of all the world
All warehouses, all quays,
All islets, coral-ringed and pearled,
The Blue Hesperides;
And men may search until they die,
And men may blow great fleets sky-high –
But rats alone will hold for aye
The Freedom of the Seas!

And men may search until they die,
And men may blow great fleets sky-high –
But rats alone will hold for aye
The Freedom of the Seas!

Now we are the rodent mariners,
As nobody needs be told,
For there's no mistaking our nautical airs,
Our rolling eyes and bold;
And 'tis never a ship leaves English ground
From Liverpool Docks to Plymouth Sound,
For San Francisco or Bombay bound,
But we have the run of her hold!

With a pit-a-pit pat
And a chip chip chip,
'Tis the brown sea rat
That is the captain of the ship!

We go aboard in companies,
Marching at dead of night,
Over the hawsers from the quays
By starlight and lamplight;
Each roving rat his ship will choose,
From nose to nose we pass the news,
Of cargoes, destination, crews,
And naught can us affright.

With a churr churr a-churr
And a quee quee quee,
'Tis the rodent mariner
That is lord of the sea!

Was ever king as sea rat rich?
Each vessel leaving land,
A wandering larder is, in which
Lie feasts on every hand;
Maize, apples, salmon, barley, rice,
Nutmegs, beans, olives, South Sea spice,
Meats, cheeses, India merchandise,
And all at our command!

With a ho ho ho
And a ho once again,
Whatever winds may blow,
We are masters of the main!

We know the ports of all the world
All warehouses, all quays,
All islets coral-ringed and pearled,
The blue Hesperides;
And men may search until they die,
And men may blow great fleets sky-high –
But we alone can hold for aye
The Freedom of the Seas!

With a pit-a-pit pat
And a chip chip chip,
'Tis the brown sea rat
That is the captain of the ship!

With a churr churr a-churr
And a quee quee quee,
'Tis the rodent mariner
That is lord of the sea!

With a ho ho ho
And a ho once again,
Whatever winds may blow,
We are masters of the main!