Pass the flagon here, a bit of rum would do me well

Aye, we’re going down straight to Davey’s sunken hell

Sing a shanty fair, and we will swill away the grog

Salt is in the air, and it’s a jolly dying song

Ho ye scurvy dog, put away the rosary and sing along

For we’re all of us born to feed fish

To die by the cutlass or die with the ship

Lads weigh the anchor to make it go quick

As I get good and pissed off me peg

Join me on the deck. Ah, the sea, she’s growing tall

Curse the bloody gods who’d have us all be keelhauled

Hoist another cup, cause I’ve a thirst that needs a quench

Keep the hatches up, for it’s to hell we’re being sent

Boys, we’re getting drenched, bottoms up till bottom out, and sing again

For we’re all of us born to feed fish

To die by the cutlass or die with the ship

Lads weigh the anchor to make it go quick

As I get good and pissed off me peg