Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee
Of the whale came a prophet, Amen
Bring me more whiskey and rye
I believe she's going down, I believe we're gonna die die die
We shall be underway on the by and by
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Go shoot the moon, the sun, the Great Divide
Oh, but I must confess, I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Ahead one third, ahead two thirds
Bring me more whiskey and rye
Full ahead flank and out from the belly
I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Drink and the devil had done for the rest, she's sunk full fathom, five five five
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Big news from the party boat
The guests seem more than pleased, how is the wine?
Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
