When I was a lad, I had cause to be sad,
A very good friend I did lose,
O! I warrant you, Dan, you have heard of this man
His name it was Robinson Crusoe.

Oh Robinson Crusoe! Oh, Poor Robinson Crusoe!
He went off to sea and between you and me,
Old Neptune wreck'd Robinson Crusoe.

But he saved from aboard an old gun and a sword
And another odd matter or two,
So That by dint of his thrift he just managed to shift
and keep alive Robinson Crusoe

Oh, Robinson Crusoe, Poor Robinson Crusoe!
Whether tempest or Turk, or wild man or work,
No matter to Robinson Crusoe!