And my mate he winks his winker and he ses he doesn’t care
If they stays right where they are by the moon.
But we lands and has a battle and we takes the Zulu band.
Sing, you pigs and little fishes by the moonlight.
And the blood it flew like water and it stained the island sand
In the Pale blue, sickly shining of the moon.
Then we builds a roarin’ fire and some water we did boil.
Sing, you pigs and little fishes in the moonlight.
And we ups and eats the cannibals we’d boiled in old shark oil—
Oh, you hungry, hungry fishes by the moon.