A salty young sailor just in from the sea
With a beard that made him look older
In his hand, tightly clenched was 5 pound, 50 p
And he looked for a wench, for to hold her

Chorus: Singin' how do you want it, and what do you like?
I've been far out to sea for a hundred one nights
A lovely young wench will soon be my delight
But I fear that I can't hold it back for much longer

C'mon everyone! join the chorus the next verse!

The salty young sailor went into a pub
His excitement had made him grow bolder
But the only girl there looked a bit like his Mom
So he left for she was so much older