"An' if I took an' died out there my soul'd never stay
In them sunny Southern latitudes to wait the Judgment Day,
For acrost the seas from England, oh, I'd hear the old life call,
An' the bloomin' Western Ocean it'd get me after all.
"I'd go flyin' like a seagull, as they say old shellbacks do,
For to see the ships I sailed in an' the shipmates that I knew,
An' the tough old North Atlantic where the roarin' gales do blow,
An' the Western Ocean packets all a-plyin' to an' fro.
"An' I'd leave the trades behind me an' I'd leave the Southern Cross,
An' the mollymawks an' flyin'-fish an' stately albatross,