She stood up, straight and still!

when the wind is in the trees,

Away by the haunts of the Yang-tse-boo, Where the Yuletide runs cold gin, And the rollicking sign of the Lord knows Who

Sees mariners drink like sin; Where the Jolly Roger tips his quart To the luck of the Union Jack; And some are screwed on the foreign port, And some on the starboard tack;— Ever they tell the tale anew

Of the chase for the kipperling swag; 10 How the smack Tommy This and the smack Tommy That

They broached each other like a whiskeyvat,

And the Fuzzy-Wuz took the bag.

Then up stole Sam with his little ram and the nautical talk flowed free,

And Bill knew a trick and Ned knew a trick, but Sam knew a trick worth two.