We'll buy one for the bo's'n, and one for the mates
We'll buy one for your man of the topsail all day
We'll buy one for the striker to keep him on game
And one for the gunner, who's well on his way
And another round just for good measure

Well the cabin boy just got promoted today
Sure is working his hands to the bone for his pay
And the helmsman is itching to dock in the bay
Sure, he's not been on land seven months to the day
And another one's not worth the treasure

So, let's go, boys, we're over and under
We'll roll through like thunder to bring her back home
Here we go, boys, with the waves crashing under
Oh Lord, I half wonder how we're not in the foam

We'll buy one for the first mate when we're out of the storm
And the cooper whose last barrel's splintered and worn
And a round for the surgeon who's wrecked as a mule
And the swabbies as well, sure to not would be cruel
As the cook knocks 'em back at his leisure

So, let's go, boys, we're over and under
We'll roll through like thunder to bring her back home
Here we go, boys, with the waves crashing under
Oh Lord, I half wonder how we're not in the foam

Well, the second mate's looking to spend all his pay
And the sailmaker's glass all but weathered and frayed
And yeoman with the powder says it's soaked through and through
And a night on the strong stuff is long overdue
So, to sail with ye's has been a pleasure

So, let's go, boys, we're over and under
We'll roll through like thunder to bring her back home
Here we go, boys, with the waves crashing under
Oh Lord, I half wonder how we're not in the foam

'Cause we're through with our plunder
And we'll haul her back home
And we're not yet asunder
So it's land where we roam