While cruisin' Round Yarmouth one morning in May, I spied a flash clipper, her sails blowing free. "I'm a fast going packet, ah me kind sir" said she. "I'm ready for cargo for me hold is quite free," singing Chorus: Fal de ral laddie, rye fal de ral dey Fal de ral laddie, rye fal de ral dey
-------------------------------------------- As I was a-cruisin' down Paradise Street, To me way hey, blow the man down A Liverpool packet I happened to meet. Gimme some time to blow the man down
"I'm a fast moving clipper, me good sir" said she. To me way hey, blow the man down "I'm ready for cargo: me hold it is free," Gimme some time to blow the man down