I wuz a roll-in' down the High-way
I spied a flash packet from ol'
As soon as I seed her I slacked me main brace,
An' I hoist-ed me stun-sl's an' to
her gave chase,
rattle my rigging down
rattle my rigging down Ratcliffe
fired me bow-chaser, the signal she knew
She backed her main tops'l an' for me hove to'
I lowered down me jolly-boat an'
An' I found madam's gangway wuz open an'
me rigging un-frayed
entered her little cabin, an' swore,
"Damn ‘er eyes!"
What was she but a fireship rigged up in disguise;
had a foul bottom, from sternpost to fore;
'Tween the wind and water she ran me
Me rigging frayed
fire to me rigging, likewise to me hull
away to the hospital I had to skull
me helm hard a-starboard as I rolled along
shipmates cried out “Jack, yer main yard is sprung …
yer rigging is frayed”
I’m safe in the harbour, me moorings all fast,
I lay here quite snug, boys, till all danger is past;
With me mainyard all served, boys, an’ parcelled an’ tarred,
Wasn't that a stiff breeze when I
sprung me mainyard?
me rigging was frayed