A ship is his throne, the sea his world,
He ne’er sheers from a shipmate distressed.
All’s well—the reefed sails again are unfurled;
O’er the swell he is cradled to rest.
A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho, you know,
Storm past, drink to ‘wives and sweethearts’ too,
All hands, aloft and alow!
“A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew,
Tally hi ho, you know,