Oh I'm a rake and rambling sailor lad
And I'm newly home from the port of Trinidad
With my heart still tingling from the deep salt sea
And our good ship longing to be free
There were three girls in jolly Portsmouth town
And they had a reputation of renown
And they tried to keep us clinging till the wedding bells were ringing
But we left 'em and we sailed for the sea
Oh honey, I've got pockets full of money
And we'll rant and roar till we reach our homeland shore
With my heart still tingling from the deep salt sea
And Our good ship longing to be free