Ye mariners all, as ye pass by,
Come in and drink if you are dry.
Come spend, my lads, your money brisk,
And pop your nose in a jug of this.

Ye tipplers all, if ye’ve half a crown,
You’re welcome in for to sit down.
Come in, sit down, think not amiss,
To pop your nose in a jug of this.

For now I’m bound for the Spanish shore,
Where deathly cannons loud do roar.
Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss,
A pretty girl and a jug of this.

And when I’m old and can scarcely crawl,
When I’ve an old grey beard and a head that’s bald.
Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss,
A pretty young girl and a jug of this.

And when I’m in my grave and dead,
And all my sorrows have past and fled,
Transform me then into a fish,
And let me swim in a jug of this.