They eased her up when she was done,
And they polished her white from truck to gun,
Till she shone like glass in the morning sun.
(Chorus) Heave away for Plymouth.
IV
Their paint came from the Dockyard Store.
(Chorus) Heave away, my bullies.
Their paint came from the Dockyard Store,
And they got their whack and they got no more,
For that’s the essence of the Navy Law,