Now we are ready to head for the Horn
Way hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn
To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
Chorus (after each verse):
Heave a pawl, o heave away
Way hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored
To me rollicking randy dandy-o!
Man the stout capst'n and heave with a will
But soon we'll be driving her 'way down the hill
Heave away, bullies, you parish-rigged bums
Take your hands from your pockets and don't suck your thumbs
Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawing free
Let's get the gladrags on and drive 'er to sea
We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay
Get crackin' my lads, it's a hell of a way.