Motley Words

Now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Way, hay, roll and go!
Our boots an’ our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
Timme rollicking randy dandy O!

Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Way, hay, roll and go!
The anchor’s on board an’ the cable’s all stored,
Timme my rollicking randy dandy O!

Soon we’ll be warping her out through the locks,
Where the pretty young girls all come down in their flocks,

So breast the bars, bullies, heave her away,
For soon we’ll be rolling her ‘way down the Bay,

Sing goodbye to Sally and goodbye to Sue,
For we are the bullies and we’ll kick her through.

So breast the bar bullies, the wind’s blowin free,
Let’s get her glad-rags on and drive out to sea.

So up them yards, bullies, you parish-rigged bums,
Take your hands from your pockets and don’t suck your thumbs.

We’re outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Get cracking, my lads, ’tis a hell of a way!

So now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Way, hay, roll and go!
Our boots an’ our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
Timme rollicking randy dandy O!