Lime Scurvy

I've been a sailor since my birth

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Took my home, for all it's worth

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Lime, scurvy, ambergris and marmalade

Hoist the petard, and we'll haul away the bully boys

Lime, scurvy, ambergris and blubber, we're

Bound for Cincinnati

Sight the bowsprit, down the grog

Carve the turkey in the log.

Come the day she's out of port

Keel the bosun o'er the thwart.

Through a fluke the spout did wail,

And that's the end of my scrimshaw tale.