I woke up in the morning sick and sore, boys,
Belayin' pins were flyin' 'round the deck;
The mate came up and grabbed me by the collar,
Sayin' If you don't sing a song, I'll break your neck.
So when we got to hoistin' up the mains'l,
Not a man among the bunch could sing a lick;
I got up and gave a verse of Reuben Ronzo,
The answer that I got would make you sick.
- from Paddy, Lay Back