The first to come in was the captain of the ship
A fine young captain was he
He formed a song: they'd all done wrong
As they sailed on that lonesome sea
The stormy winds, let them blow
The raging seas, let them roar
While we poor sailors are running up the ropes
And the landlord is crying out below
The next to come in was the lady of the ship
A fine young lady was she
She said, "I've a husband in New Mexico
And tonight he's a-looking for me."
The stormy winds, let them blow
The raging seas, let them roar
While we poor sailors are running up the ropes
And the landlord is crying out below
The next to come in was the doctor of the ship
A fine young doctor was he
He told his patients in their beds so low
They would sink to the bottom of the sea
The stormy winds, let them blow
The raging seas, let them roar
While we poor sailors are running up the ropes
And the landlord is crying out below
The next to come in was the drunkard of the ship
A wicked old cuss was he
He said he didn't give a damn if that boat would never land
Let her sink to the bottom of the sea
The stormy winds, let them blow
The raging seas, let them roar
While we poor sailors are running up the ropes
And the landlord is crying out below