'Tis a sailor being tired, well, he hung down his head
'Tis a sailor being tired, well, he hung down his head
He asked the little maid to show him the bed
Well, she showed him the bed like a maid ought to do
Well, she showed him the bed like a maid ought to do
Say, it's come my little honey won't you come to bed too
It's a maid being young, not thinking any harm
She got into the bed, rolled up into his arms
It's what I done there, well I wouldn't tell here
But I wish that night coulda been a long year
It's a six months pa**ed, and eight rolled by
It's a six months pa**ed, and eight rolled by
It's her shoes they wasn't bu*toned,
Lord, her apron wasn't tied
If it is a girl, just dress it in red
Bounce it on your knee, Lord, comb it's curly head
If it is a boy-child, name it after me
Put a pistol in its pocket, Lord, and send him to the sea
Put a pistol in its pocket, Lord, and dress him in blue
Tell it to hug the women like his daddy used to do