What he is I'm thinkin' he
Second mate, let us go below
you can see it's gonna blow
you can see that it has fell
We wish that you would hurry up and strike,
There's a starboard watch
just a -longin' for their bunks
Lookin' off to windward they
They're wishin' that the second mate
would strike, strike the bell
Strike the bell, second mate,
you can see he's gonna blow
you can see that it has fell
We wish that you would hurry up and strike,
Aft at the wheel, poor Anderson stands
with his old mitten hands
Looking at the compass head,
the course is true and well
He's wishing that the second mate
would strike, strike the bell
Strike the bell, second mate,
you can see he's going to blow
you can see that it is fell
Fart at the fox, he'll hit it
The lights are burning bright, sir
We're wishing that the second mate
Strike the bell, strike the bell,
strike it made or let us go below
you can see it's gonna blow
you can see that it is fell
We wish that you would hurry up and strike,
with a spyglass in his hand
Strike the bell, second mate
You can see he's gonna blow
You can see that it is swell
We wish that you would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
