I've been a sailor since my birth
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Took my home, for all it's worth
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Lime, scurvy, ambergris and marmalade
Hoist the petard, and we'll haul away the bully boys
Lime, scurvy, ambergris and blubber, we're
Bound for Cincinnati

Sight the bowsprit, down the grog
Carve the turkey in the log

Come the day she's out of port
Keel the bosun o'er the thwart

Through a fluke the spout did wail
And that's the end of my scrimshaw tale