Can’t I come back to you
When I’m done with the old Trinidado?”
“So to sea we clears out,
And the ship’s head, no doubt,
Sou’-west and by sou’ it was laid, oh!
For the isles of the sun,
Where there’s fiddlers and fun,
And no end of the real Trinidado.
“Says our skipper, says he,
‘Be she close-hauled or free,