| O Stormy, he is dead and gone; To me way hay, Stormalong, John! O Stormy was a good old man; Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| We dug his grave with a silver spade, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! His shroud of the finest silk was made. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| We lowered him down with a silver chain, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! Our eyes all dim with more than rain. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| An able sailor, bold and true, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! A good old bosun to his crew. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| He's moored at last, and furled his sail, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! No danger now from wreck or gale. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| I wish I was old Stormy's son, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! I'd build me a ship of a thousand ton. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| I'd fill her up with New England rum, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! And all my shellbacks they'd have some. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| I'd sail this wide world 'round and 'round, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! With plenty of money I'd be found. Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |
| Old Stormy's dead and gone to rest, To me way hay, Stormalong, John! Of all the sailors he was the best, Aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! |