"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay, I won't come to sea no more; I'll court a pretty little lass 'n' have a weddin' day, 'N' settle somewhere down shore; I'll never fare to sea again a-temptin' Davy Jones, A-hearkening to the cruel sharks a-hungerin' for my bones; I'll run a blushin' dairy-farm or go a-crackin' stones, Or buy 'n' keep a little liquor-store" – So he said.
They towed her in to Liverpool, we made the hooker fast, And the copper-bound official paid the crew, And Billy drew his money, but the money didn't last, For he painted the alongshore blue, – It was rum for Poll, and rum for Nan, and gin for Jolly Jack; He shipped a week later in the clothes upon his back; He had to pinch a little straw, he had to beg a sack To sleep on, when his watch was through, – So he did.