Row, My Bully Boys, Row

I’ll sing you a song , it's a song of the sea

     Row, me bully boys, row!

I'll sing you a song if you sing it with me 

     And it’s row, me bully boys, row!

CHORUS

And it’s row, me bully boys, we’re in a hurry boys, 

We got a long way to go

We’ll sing and we’ll dance and bid farewell to France

And it’s row, me bully boys, row

The first mate is plating the captain aboard

He looks like a peacock with pistol and sword

The captain likes whiskey, the mate he likes rum

We sailors like both but we can’t get us none

So farewell my love, it is time for to roam

The old blue Peters are calling us home