| As I was out walking down Government Street, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| A pretty young damsel I happened to meet. | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| She asked if I'd like to take her to tea, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| And when I awoke, I was two days at sea! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| The Mate he does call me, and says to me, 'Dear,' | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| "Y'er not at y'er Yacht Club, ye'll do no slagging here!" | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| The Old Man's a Bluenose, a case-hardened guy, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| Ye'd best do as your told, and ye never ask why! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| The Old Man's an odd one. He 'as such a kind face. | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| But he never says, "Boys, we'll splice the main brace!" | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| And talk of the Mate, boys, he's tougher than tough. | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| In handling poor sailors he's rougher than rough! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| The Second Mate is a tyrant! He's never at ease. | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| With 'Bible' and 'Prayerbook' yer n'er off yer knees! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| The Steward's sa stingy, with his stores he's so mean, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| On short weighting and pinting poor sailors, he's awfully keen! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| The Cook is a soaker who loves a good booze, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| 'Twixt him and the steward there's nothing to choose! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| His duff is like rubber and heavy as lead! | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | With roaches a plenty for raisins instead! |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| I don't like sailing this cranky old tub, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| With no grog given out, and the poorest of grub! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| So blow the man down, Bullies! Blow the man down! | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| 'Cause we're homeward bound to Victoria town! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| When we get to port, boys, I'm leavin' the sea. | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| And I'll never again take a damsel to tea! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |
| Well now that I've come to the end of my lay, | |
| Wey! Hey! Blow the man down. | |
| For the tops'l's aloft - three more hard tugs, then avast and belay! | |
| Give us some time to blow the man down! | |