Motley Words

When I was a little hairless boy
I went to sea in Stormy’s employ.
I sailed away across the sea

When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was weary of the sea,
When I was just a shaver.

They whacked me up and they whacked me down,
The mate he cracked me on the crown,
They whacked me round and round and round.

When I went aloft through the lubbers’ hole
The mate he said, “Goddamn your soul,
It’s the FFFFFFFuttock shrounds is the way yer bound

When we’d left behind the ice and rain,
And once more to the tropics we came,
The mate came buggerin’ once again.

And when we lollopped around the Horn
I wished to God I never was born;
And I wished I was home all safe and sound,