Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,
Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,
An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Comin’ thro’ the Rye.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin’ thro’ the rye;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?