Lime Scurvy
I've been a sailor since my birth
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Took my home, for all it's worth
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Lime, scurvy, ambergris and marmalade
Hoist the petard, and we'll haul away the bully boys
Lime, scurvy, ambergris and blubber, we're
Bound for Cincinnati
Sight the bowsprit, down the grog
Carve the turkey in the log.
Come the day she's out of port
Keel the bosun o'er the thwart.
Through a fluke the spout did wail,
And that's the end of my scrimshaw tale.