Oh I'm a rake and rambling sailor lad And I'm newly home from the port of Trinidad With my heart still tingling from the deep salt sea And our good ship longing to be free There were three girls in jolly Portsmouth town And they had a reputation of renown And they tried to keep us clinging till the wedding bells were ringing
But we left 'em and we sailed for the sea Oh honey, I've got pockets full of money And we'll rant and roar till we reach our homeland shore With my heart still tingling from the deep salt sea And Our good ship longing to be free