There once was a ship that put to sea
The name of the ship was the Billy O’ Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Below, my bully boys, blow (huh!)
Soon, may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin’ is done
We’ll take our leave and go
She’d not been two weeks from shore
When down on her, a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He’d take that whale in tow (huh!)
Soon, may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tеa and rum
One day, when the tonguin’ is donе
We’ll take our leave and go
Da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning
Put him in the brig until he's sober
Put him in the brig until he's sober
Put him in the brig until he's sober
Earl-eye in the morning
Way, hay and up she rises
Way, hay and up she rises
Way, hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning!
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
She shipped it green and none went by
And it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her
Them Cape Cod ships ain’t got no sails
Haul away, haul away!
They’d all blown off in the Northeast Gales
And we’re bound away for Australia!
So heave her up, my bully, bully boys
Haul away, haul away!
Heave her up and don’t you make a noise
And we’re bound away for Australia!
Hey! Santiana gained a day
Away, Santiana!
Napoleon of the west, they say
Along the plains of Mexico
Well, heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
Away, Santiana!
Heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
Along the plains of Mexico
She’s a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew
Away, Santiana!
And an old salty yank for a captain, too
Along the plains of Mexico
Well, heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
Away, Santiana!
Heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
Along the plains of Mexico
Santiana fought for gold
Away, Santiana!
Around Cape Horn, through the ice and snow
Along the plains of Mexico
Well, heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
Away, Santiana!
Heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
Along the plains of Mexico
So leave her, Johnny, off we’ll go
The drunken sailor, Wellerman whaler
Bound away for Mexico
