Run up, my boy, into the main top,
And look what thou can’st spy a;
Who, ho! who, ho! a good ship do I see,
I trow it be John Dory a.
They hoist their sails both top and top,
The mizen and all was tried a,
And every man stood to his lot,
Whatever should betide a.
The roaring cannons then were plied,
And dub-a-dub went the drum a: