Is there anything as I can do aboard for you
Afore the tow-rope’s taut?
I’m new to this packet and all the ways of her,
’N’ I don’t know of aught;
But I knows as I’m goin’ down to the seas agen
’N’ the seas are salt ’n’ drear;
But I knows as all the doin’ as you’re man enough for
Won’t make them lager-beer.
’N’ ain’t there nothin’ as I can do ashore for you
When you’ve got fair afloat?—
You can buy a farm with the dollars as you’ve done me of
’N’ cash my advance-note.
Is there anythin’ you’d fancy for your breakfastin’
When you’re home across Mersey Bar?—
I wants a red herrin’ n’ a prairie oyster
’N’ a bucket of Three Star,
’N’ a gell with redder lips than Polly has got,
’N’ prettier ways than Nan——
Well, so-long, Billy, ’n’ a spankin’ heavy pay-day to you!
So-long, my fancy man!