Recorded by Paul Clayton and the Foc'sle Singers 1959
'Twas a cold and dreary morning in December
And all of my money, it was spent,
Where it went to, Lord, I can't remember
So down to the shipping office went.
Paddy lay back, (Paddy lay back!)
Take in your slack, (Take in your slack)
Take a turn around your capstan,Heave a pawl! (Heave a pawl)
About your stations, boys, be handy (Be handy!)
Raise tacks, sheets and mainsail haul
2. Now that day there was a great demand for sailors,
For the colonies, and for 'Frisco and for France.
So I shipped aboard a limey barque, the Hotspur,
And got paralytic drunk on my advance.
3. Now I joined her on a cold December's morning,
With the south cone hoisted as a warning,
To stand by the coming of a storm.
14. Now although my poor old head was all a-
We had to loose her rags the following morn;
Oh, I dreamt the boarding-
When I found out he'd sent me around the Horn.
15. So I swore that I'd become a beach-
And I'd never go to sea no ruddy more;
For I never wanted for to be a roamer,
I'd shanghai the boarding-
19. But it's now once more I'm off again to sea, boys,
It's the same old ruddy business all again.
So, stamp the capstan round and sing a song, boys,
Sing once again this dear refrain.