Ye mariners all, as you pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Ye mariners all, if you've half a crown
You're welcome all for to sit down
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this
O tipplers all, as you pass by
Come in and drink if you are dry
Come in and drink, think not amiss
And pop your nose in a jug of this
Now I am bound to distant shores
Where thundering cannons loudly roar
Crown my desire, fulfill my wish
A roaring fire and a jug of this
Now I am old and can scarcely crawl
I've an old grey beard and a head that's bald
Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss
A Sunday roast and a jug of this
Oh when I'm in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled
Transform me then into a fish
And let me swim in a jug of this
In a jug of this
In a jug of this
