Aft on the main deck, walking about
There is the starboard watch so sturdy and so stout
Thinking of the sweethearts and we hope that they are well
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!

Strike the bell second mate, let’s go below!
Look well to windward you can see it’s gonna blow!
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell!
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!

Aft on the wheel a sailor boy stands
Seizing the spokes with his cold mitten hands
Thinking of his mother and we hope that she is well
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!

Strike the bell second mate, let’s go below!
Look well to windward you can see it’s gonna blow!
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell!
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!

Nothing in sight, Sir the lights are burning bright
Relieve at the helm and I wish you good night
Dreaming of our sweethearts and we hope that we’ll sleep well
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!

Strike the bell second mate, let’s go below!
Look well to windward you can see it’s gonna blow!
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell!
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!

Hey! Strike the bell second mate, let’s go below!
Look well to windward you can see it’s gonna blow!
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell!
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell!