Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Come all you pretty fair maids,
whoever you may be
Who love a Jolly Sailor Bold 
that ploughs the raging sea.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, 
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me 
but my Jolly Sailor Bold.