the secret is having a duck thats round in the quarter and bluff in the bow.
While cruisin' round Yarmouth one day for a spree
I met a fair damsel, the wind blowing free.
"I'm a fast-going clipper, my kind sir," said she.
"I'm ready for cargo, my hold is quite free."

Chorus (after each verse):
    Song fal de ral laddie and fal de ral dey,
    Fal de ral laddie and fal de ral dey

        



        

What country she came from I could not tell which,
By her appearance I thought she was Dutch.
Her flag wore rich colours, her masthead was low,
She was round at the quarter and bluff at the bow.

I gave her the rope and I took her in tow,
From yardarm to yardarm a-towing we go.
I lift up her hatches, found plenty of room,
And into her cabin stuck my jib-boom
        

We towed till we came to the House of Expire,
We gave her old horse with plenty of ire.
I lift up her hatches, found plenty of room,
And into her cabin stuck my jib-boom.

She took me upstairs and her topsails she lowered,
In a neat little parlour she soon had me moored.
She laid in her foresails, her staysails an' all,
With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle fall.
        

She took me upstairs and her topsails she lowered,
In a neat little parlour she soon had me moored.
She laid in her foresails, her staysails an' all,
With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle fall.

I said, "Pretty fair maid, it's time to give o'er,
Betwixt wind and water you've ran me ashore.
My shot locker's empty and powder's all spent,
I can't fire a shot for it's choked at the vent."
        


Here's luck to the girl with the black curly locks.
Here's luck to the girl who ran Jack on the rock,
Here's luck to the doctor who eased all his pain.
He's squared his mainyards; he's a-cruisin' again.