The pitcher at the foremast's head,
for she was outward bound
We were waiting there for orders
We prepared for heavy gales
We set up all the rigging boys
and bent on all new sails
From ship to ship they cheered
And wished us pleasant weather
Magellan, it blew exceeding hard
From their poor hands was torn.
We were forced to leave them,
For the shirts that prowl around
When we got around the horn, me boys,
We had some glorious days.
And very soon our killick dropped into
The pretty girls came round and flocked,
Plymouth girls with their long
For they love a jolly sailor
When he spends his money free
They'll laugh and sing and merry,
And when your money is all gone
That'll pawn and sell your clothes.
Spanish girls along the coast of
And if ever I live to be paid off,
I'll sit and I'll sing the song
Spanish girls we left around