O ye landsmen and ye seamen, come listen to my song

It's of a trick was played on me, it won't delay you long

I came from sea the other day, a fair delighted me

She kindly asked me to a dance, 'twas up on Peter Street

“Oh no,” said I, “my fair maid, though I can dance quite well

Tonight Im bound for Wickalo's Town, thats where my people dwell”

“Youd better come with me,” she said, “for the distance is not far”

And finding her so friend-i-ly I jumped into her car

Just as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go

Twas a little did I ever think shed pull my overthrow

Rob my gold watch and 30 pounds, a pack of fags and fled

And left me there stark naked, alone upon the bed

Now when I awoke in the morning, 'twas nothing did I spy

But a woman's shirt and apron upon the bed did lie

I wrung my hands, I tore my hair, I cried, “What should I do?”

tonight I'm bound for Wickalo's Town, no more will I see you

Well as the streets was lonesome at the hour of 2 o'clock

I put on this shirt and apron and marched down to the dock

The crew, they saw me coming, and these words to me did say,

“My dear old chap you've struck a snap since you've been gone away”

“Are those the new Spring fashions that the ladies wear on shore

Where is the shop you bought them at and is there anymore?”

The captain on the quarter deck looked at me with a frown

Saying, “Jack I'd buy a better suit than that for 30 pounds”

“I would sir, if I could sir, if I only got the chance

But I met a girl on Peter Street and she asked me to a dance

She danced my hearts deception, I was robbed from head to feet

And I'll take my oath, no more I'll go to a dance on Peter Street”

O ye landsmen and ye seamen, a warning take by me

Be sure to choose good company when you go out on spree

Be sure to choose good company or you'll find yourselves like me

With a woman's shirt and apron, for to fit you out for sea