Sea Shanty


Taken aback they were, at their bitter end,

Yearnin' to be three sheets to the wind.

Batten down the hatches, the wind's edgin' for'ard!


The cat's out o' the bag, that squall be a comin'.

Strike the tops an' gallants, only canvas'll be runnin'!

Batten down the hatches, the cloud's edgin' for'ard!


The whole nine yards, a powerful first rate,

Tossed about the sea like a flotsam crate!

Batten down the hatches, the rain's edgin' for'ard!


The hands hopped to, fearing a loose gun,

Lashed 'em hard an' fast or they'd be done!

Batten down the hatches, the waves'r edgin' for'ard!


Gone by the board, a young middie went.

Ne'er again would he see his cottage in Kent!

Batten down the hatches, danger's edgin' for'ard!


Dashed upon the rocks were the motley crew's hopes.

Too green the hands were, they hadn't learned their ropes!

Batten down the hatches, death's edgin' for'ard!


Then the squall was done, it had cut and run.

And taken aback they were, at their bitter end,

Still wishin' they were three sheets to the wind!