My friends Dick Holdstock and Allan MacLeod do this one, with Dick doing very demonstrative hand motions. As far as I can tell it comes from the singing of Bob Roberts, recorded by Tony Engle and Tony Russell in the singer's home, Ryde, Isle of Wight, August 1977. It's track 20 on Voice of the People 2: My Ship Shall Sail the Ocean: Songs of tempest & sea battles, sailor lads & fishermen. These lyrics are from the Voice of the People CD booklet.

THE FISH AND CHIP SHIP

Take the wax out of your ears, and listen to my song.
It's a story of the sea I would recount,
For I'm a sailor you can tell by my old fresh water smell.
Many a time have been shipwrecked, lost and found.

CHORUS:
Singing, lower your funnel; stop your ship; reave your anchor chain;
Heave the main deck overboard and haul it back again;
Oh, trice your lifeboats up aloft. The stormy winds do blow.
Cook of the watch. Ship struck a match.
Heave, away-voh.

'Twas on a four-wheeled craft silver-plated lore and aft,
With a cargo of fried fish we did embark,
But we hadn't been long at sea before we struck a Christmas tree,
And we all fell down the coal hole in the dark.
CHORUS

Now, while cruising round the lake, we'd a marvellous escape,
When the wind blew off the skipper's wooden leg.
So to air our our care and woe, we all went down below,
And all got drunk on drinking engine oil,
And as we lay there drunk, so the good old ship she sunk,
And we all rushed up on deck to see the fun.
Then with the cargo on our backs for the shore we all made tracks,
And we went and dried our whiskers in The Sun.
CHORUS