Oh the old ship laughs as she takes the water,
Heave ho! boys let go!
Say goodbye to the blacksmith's daughter.
Heave ho! let go!

She's hard and thin and she never mellows,
Her tongue's like a hammer and she blows like the bellows,
Let's leave her, boys, for the other fellows,
Heave ho! ... it's time to go!

Oh the old ship's ready on the rolling water,
Heave ho! boys let go!
Say goodbye to the Constable's daughter,
Heave ho! let go!

She's a squint in her eyes when she gives you a glance,
She don't like kissing and she don't want to dance,
And her father, he will cop us when he gets the chance,
Heave ho! it's time to go!

So, mates, if you've got any special fancy,
Heave ho! boys (you know!).
Sally or Sue or Polly or Nancy,
Heave ho!, let go!

Take her in your arms and don't stand doubtin',
Kiss her on her lips and stop her poutin',
Kiss and be quick for the boa's'n's shoutin',
Heave ho! it's time to go!

For as long as the sea is under us,
And long as the sky's above,
The good old ship will tack again, tack again, and tack again,
And ev'ry blessed Jack will be back again,
With the jolly little gals they love!