Up, up, up the ruddy hawser, Yarr!
We'll pay our tabs in pressed gold

Up, up, up the ruddy hawser, Yarr!
We'll bathe in warm sun

Up, up, up the ruddy hawser, Yarr!
We'll say an end to this run

This way, ay, ay-ay, this way!
We'll drown the 'cruiting Grook

This way, ay, ay-ay, this way!
One salt dip just for me

This way, ay, ay-ay, this way!
a shake and two for the sea

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 792 AF.