An' I'd come through wind an' weather an' the fogs as white as wool,
Till I sighted old Point Lynas an' the Port o' Liverpool.
"An' I'd fly to some flash packet when the hands was bendin' sail,
An' I'd set up on the main-truck doin' out my wings an' tail,
An' I'd see the tug alongside an' the Peter flyin' free,
An' the pilot come aboard her for to take her out to sea.
"An' I'd follow down to Fastnet light, an' then I'd hang around
There to watch 'em out to westward an' to meet the homeward bound,
For I know it's easy talkin', an' I know when all is said
It's the bloomin' Western Ocean what'll get me when I'm dead!"