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