Now, ’tis of a famous Yankee ship, to New York we was bound,
Our cap’n bein’ an Irish man belongin’ to Dub-a-lin Town,
Hooraw! Hooraw! for the girls o’ Dub-a-lin Town,
Hooraw for the bonnie green flag, an’ the Harp without th’ Crown!
An’ when he gazes on that land, that town of high renown,
Oh, it’s break away the green burgee and the Harp without the Crown.
‘Twas on the seventeenth of March, we arrived in New York Bay,
Our Cap’n bein’ an Irishman must celebrate the day.
With the Stars an’ Stripes ‘way high aloft, an’ flutterin’ all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp without the Crown.
But now we’re bound for ‘Frisco, boys, an’ things is running’ wild,
The officers an’ men dead drunk, around the decks they pile.
But by tomorrow mornin’, boys, we’ll work without a frown,
For on board the saucy Shenandoah flies the Harp without the Crown!
Sometimes we’re bound for Liverpool, sometimes we’re bound for France,
But now we’re bound to Dublin town to give them girls a chance.
Sometimes we’re bound for foreign parts, sometimes we’re bound for home,
Oh Johnny’s always at his best wherever he may roam
Sometimes the weather’s fine and fair, sometimes it’s damn well foul,
Sometimes it blows an icy gale and freezes up your soul
Sometimes we work as hard as hell, sometimes our grub it stinks
Enough to make a soldier curse or make a bishop blink
Sometimes we wish we’d never joined, sometimes we’d rather be
A-drinkin’ in a pub, me boys, with girls sat on each knee
Sometimes we are a happy crowd, sometimes we sing a song
Sometimes we wish we’d never be born but we do not grouse for long
And when the voyage is all done, and we go away on shore
We’ll spend our money on the girls then go to sea for more