[ Featuring The Stonemasons ]
From Boston Harbor we set sail
It was blowing a devil of a gale
And with our ringtail set o'er the vastness and peak
And our old Britannia plowing up the deep
With a big bow wow tow row row
Rowdie rowdie rie do day
Then up comes the skipper from down below
And it's look aloft lads look alow
And it's look aloft and it's look aloft
And coil up your ropes lads fore and aft
With a big bow wow tow row row
Rowdie rowdie rie do day
Then down to his cabin well he quickly crawls
And to his poor old steward bawls
Go and mix me a glass that'll make me cough
Because it's better weather here than it is on top
With a big bow wow tow row row
Rowdie rowdie rie do day
Well there is one thing that we did crave
To reach the top of that mountain of a wave
And when we reach the top with the clouds below
We pause for a moment while the thunder rolls
With a big bow wow tow row row
Rowdie rowdie rie do day
