She calls her crew with a cricket's horn,
And a spider spun her sail—Heigh-ho!
A spider he spun her sail.
'She carries a cargo of baby souls,
And she crosses the terrible nightmare shoals
On her way to the Isles of Rest—Heigh-ho!
We're off for the Isles of Rest.
'And often they smile as the good ship sails—
Then the skipper is telling incredible tales
With many a merry jest—Heigh-ho!