Never got all the words to this (as the old fella called it) old ditty. Looking to find out anything about it. It starts as follows;

When my spell on the (Carthaginian) is over
No more sailoring for me
And when I leave this god damn Hooker
Oh how happy I will be

No more scrubbing decks on Sundays
No more shinning dirty brass
You can go and tell (Van Hope) the skipper
He can go and tra la la la la

The Carthaginian is a brig, on where I first (& only) heard it sung durning a party & Van Hope was the master in charge of her restoration, so these names were subs I'm sure, the tra la la la la part, could be just that or the shyness on the singers part, in mixed company he'd refrain from any form of vulgarity. The Hooker is a type of sailing vessel common to Galway. Thanks Barry