When first I landed in Liverpool,
I went upon a stray
Me money alas, I spent it fast,
Got drunk as drunk could be
And when that me money was all gone
'twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea once more.
I spent the night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed
Me watch was new and me money too
In the morning with them she fled
And as I walked the streets about
The whores they all did roar
There goes Jack Strapp the poor sailor lad,
He must go to sea once more.
And as I walked the streets about
I met with the Rapper Brown
I am him for to take me on
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you got no score
But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance
And I'll send you to sea once more.
He shipped me on board of a whaling ship
All for the Arctic Seas
Where cold winds blow through the frost and snow
And your make your own blood freeze
But worst to bear I'ad no hard-weather gear
For I'd spent all me money on shore
'twas then that I wished that I was dead
And could go to sea no more.
So come all ye bold seafaring men
Who listen to me song
When you come of them long trips
I'll have you not go wrong
Take my advice drink no rum
And don't go sleeping with them whores
Get married instead and spend all night in bed
And go to sea no more.
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