Here's the words as heard from Tom Munnelly:

We all got drunk in Dublin City.
Fall down, me Billy
We all got drunk and more's the pity.
Fall down, Billy O'Shea

We lay ourselves down on Rogerson's Quay. Fall...
And when we woke up we were out to sea. Fall...

We are no sailors, Captain dear,
And a bit unhappy to reef or steer

The Captain said, "I've a cure for that,
And here for a start is a dose of the cat."

He sent him up to the topmast yard.
When he hit the deck he took it hard.

We wrapped him up in the canvas sail.
Farewell me Billy.
And we lowered him gently o'er the rail.
Farewell Billy O'Shea.

Over the side and down he goes.
Farewell...
He's gone to Davy Jones with a stitch through his nose.
Farewell...

Farewell, farewell, farewell me Billy
For I am bound for Americay.

Any ideas?

Regards

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 9-May-02.