Twas a cold a dreary morning in December December

An all of me money it was spent spent spent

Where it went to, Lord I cant remember remember

So down to the shipping office I went went went

That day there was a great demand for sailors for sailors

For the colonies, for Frisco and for France france france

So I shipped aboard a limey barque The Hotspur the hotspur

And got paralytic drunk on my advance advance advance

I woke up in the morning sick and sore-o and sore-o

And I knew that I was outward bound again again again

When I heard a voice a-bawling at the door-o the door-o

“Lay aloft ye sods and answer to your names!” names names

'Twas on the quarter deck where first I saw 'em I saw 'em

Such an ugly bunch I never seen before before before

For there was a bum and stiff from every quarter ev'ry quarter

And it made me poor old heart feel sick and sore sore sore

There was Spaniards and Dutchmen and Rooshians and Rooshians

And Johnny Crappos just across from France Vive La France!

And most of 'em couldn't speak a word of English of English

But they answered to the name of “Month's Advance” advance advance

I asked the mate a-which a-watch was mine-o was mine-o

Says he “I'll soon pick out a-which is which” which which

And he blowed me down and kicked me hard astern-o astern-o

Calling me a lousy dirty son-of-a-bitch lousy dirty son-of-a

So there I was a-once more out to sea boys to sea boys

The same ol' bloody business o'er again o'er again

Oh, stamp the capstan round and make some noise, boys some noise, boys

And sing again this dear ol' sweet refrain refrain refrain