I got this from the late and great Peter Bellamy:

THE DOGGER BANK

Sailing o'er the Dogger Bank, wasn't it a treat?
The wind a-blowing East Northeast, we had to give her sheet.
You should ha' seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free,
A passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby.

CHORUS: So watch your twinker. She's a proper Ju-be-Ju.
Give her her sheets and let her rip. We're the boys to see you through.
You should ha' seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free,
A passage from the Dogger Bank to Great Grimsby.

The Captain he's a son of a gun. he loves a drop of good ale.
The first mate he's a rogue to respect; been seen in many's the gaol.
The third hand he's a bushranger. he comes from the African isle,
And take a look at the poor old cook. it gets the bugger wild. CHO.

We're the boys to make the noise when we come home from sea.
We get right drunk and we roll on the floor and we have a jubilee.
We get right drunk and full of beer and we roll all over the floor,
And when the rent it is all spent, we'll go to sea for more. CHO.

So watch your twinker as down the street she came,
With high heeled shoes and painted toes 'cause Jenny is on the game,
She is one of those flash girls can't you cut the shine,
She can do a double shuffle on the Knickerbocker line. CHO.