All hands to make sail, going large is the song.

From under two reefs in our topsails we lie,

Like a cloud in the air, in an instant must fly.

There's topsails, topgallant sails, and staysails too.

There is stu'nsails and skysails, star gazers so high,

By the sound of one pipe everything it must fly.

Now, my brave boys, comes the best of the fun,

About ship and reef topsails in one!

All hands up aloft when the helm goes down,

Lower way topsails when the manyards goes round.