Sun breaks over the spritsail yard Chip sheet's hauling to leeward hard Crosstree's humming a morning hymn I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim. (His name's Jim) Fare away, fare away under main topsail To the furbelow of the wily whale Captain's stalking the quarterdeck Tells the tail of his first shipwreck Castaway with a case of rum Hoped that rescue would never come (Never come) Fare away, fare away under main topsail To the furbelow of the wily whale To the furbelow of the wily, wily First mate Peter's a hardened man Says the captain's a charlatan Don't know tackle from futtock plates The sailor's sent to the pearly gates Fare away, fare away under main topsail To the furbelow of the wily whale I been sailing these seven seas Since I's nigh high to a mermaid's knees Come next April I'm sixty-three I can't advance! (I like short pants!) Save in the cabin on the open sea Fare away, fare away under main topsail To the furbelow of the wily whale