We be three poor mariners,
Newly come from the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live in ease.
Shall we go dance the round, the round,
Shall we go dance the round;
And he that is a bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground.

We care not for those martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for the merchantmen
Who do our states maintain.
To them we dance this round, around,
To them we dance this round;
And he that is a bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground.