I have located my recording. It was not on the same tape as advised earlier, nor was it Eddie Doyle, but it was one of goílín fellers.

I don't know which one. I didn't know those people well at that time but it wasn't: Luke, Barry, Terry, Gerry, Eddie Frank Harte or Mick. Perhaps Martin may know who he is. The singer had a deep voice reminiscent of Barry Gleeson.

Anyway, the version goes as follows;


We all got drunk in Dublin City.
Fall down, me Billy.
We all got drunk and the more the pity.
Fall down, Billy O'Shea.

We lay ourselves down on Rogerson's Quay.
When we woke up, we were out to sea.

The captain's name was Michael Flynn,
And the bosun carried a belayin' pin.

We are no sailors, captain dear,
And a bit unhappy to reef or steer.

The captain said, "I've a cure for rap,
And here for a start is a dose of the clap."

He sent him up to the topmast yard.
When he hit the deck, he took it hard.

Over the side and down below,
He's gone to Davy Jones with a stitch through his nose.

Farewell, farewell,
Farewell, me Billy,
For I am bound for Americay.
Farewell, Billy O'Shea.