Short jacket and white trousers,
this young gal she put on
And like a gaddle and seamen bold,
went roaring through the town
She did sign on with our Captain Blair,
And it was to seek her own true love
One night as she sat drowsing
She was ready for her bed
Our captain heaved a sigh and said
Oh, I wish you was a maid
Your cherry cheek and ruby lip
With all me heart you could
Oh, hold your tongue, dear Captain,
You know such talk's it in vain,
And if our shipmates come to know
They would make sport and game.
But when that we did get ashore
Some pretty gals we'll find
For to ramble along with us bald lads
Seein' you're that way in
It's about a few days after
We reached the London shore
This gal put on her petticoats
Which made the captain roar
Oh, sailor, I have been on board,
But, mate, I'm going ashore,
And you've missed your chance,