slight variations in various versions... as there always are. Scholars bicker.

THE EBENEZER

I shipped on board of the Ebenezer,
Every day 'twas scrub and grease her,
Holy stone her and Send us aloft to scrape her down,
And if we growl they blow us down.

Get along boys, get along do,
Handy me boys, so handy.
Get along boys, get along do,
Handy me boys, so handy.

The old man skipper was a drunken geezer,
He could not sail the Ebenezer.
Learned his trade on a Chinese junk,
Spent most time down in his bunk.

The first mate's name was Dickie Green, sir,
cruelest bruteDirtiest bugger you've ever seen, sir,
Walking the deck his poop with a bucko roll,
May the sharks have his body and the devil have his soul.

Boston Buck was the second greaser,
He used to shipsail in (the) Lime juice ships sir,
The limey packets they got so (or too) hot,
He cursed them all and he jumped the lot.

Wet hash was our only grub, sir-
For breakfast, dinner and for supper.
The bread was as tough as any brass-
The meat(or horse---meat doesn't require explanation) was as salt as Lot's wife's ass.

We sailed away before a breezer,
Bound away for Valparaiser,
Round Cape Horn we lost her sticks,
The molly-hawks picked up the bits.

The Ebenezer was so old,
She knew Columbus as a boy,
It was pump her bullies night and day,
To help her get across (or 'to') Liverpool Bay