Way down a way oh, way down a way oh
Way down a way we've been months out to sea
Way down a way oh, way down a way oh
Way down a way we've been months out to sea
We've been out on the sea for a very long time
Question the Captain he says mates we're making good time
said there's land up yonder but ten miles ahead
there'll be wine and women and big soft beds
Well we made port just as the sun had set
Anticipating rum and ladies in fine dress
Well the harbor master chuckled boys your pleasures might be here
As long as you like women with no teeth, one leg, sometimes very over weight
Little rash, bad breath or stinky feet, and jubilees hanging down to their knees
Well we shrugged it off and headed to the public house
Merriment ensued and laughter abound
but when we looked around and saw what the man said was true
We looked to the Captain he said boys here's what to do
Drink till she's pretty boys
Way down a way oh
Drink till she's pretty boys
Way down a way
Drink till she's pretty boys
Way down a way oh
Drink till she's pretty boys
We've been months out to sea
Drink till she's pretty or this night will go slow
Drink till she's pretty and nobody has to know
Oh I swear by the morning coming they're still good for the cure, so
Drink till she's pretty boys and one more to be sure
Well, Drink till she's pretty oh I know it might take a lot
By the cock's first crow we'll be off of this dock
With a barrel of whiskey and a lesson learned, so
Drink till she's pretty, boys we'll never ever return
