Ye Mariners All

Oh ye Mariners as you pass by

Well come into drink if you are dry

Come and spend my lads

Your money brisk

And pop your nose in this one

Drink another jug of this

Oh ye tipplers have you that crown

For you are welcome all to sit down

Come and spend my lads

Your money brisk

And pop your nose in this one

Toke another jug of this

Now I'm old and I can scarcely crawl

I've an old grey beard

And a head that's bald

Crown my desire and fulfill my bliss

With a pretty young girl

And another jug of this

Now I'm in my grave and I am dead

And all these sorrows are passed and fled

Go and turn myself into a fish

And let me swim around you

In another jug of this