Yankee John Stormalong

Oh, Yankee John Stormalong

Yankee John Stormalong

Ah, poor old Stormy, that good old man

Yankee John Stormalong

Poor old Stormy, that good old man

Yankee John Stormalong

Oh, Stormy’s gone, and he’s on the go

Yankee John Stormalong

He’s gone where them stormy winds don’t blow

Yankee John Stormalong

We’ll dig his grave with a silver spade

Yankee John Stormalong

His shroud of the finest silk is made

Yankee John Stormalong

Ah, we’ll lower him down on a golden chain

Yankee John Stormalong

On every link we’ll carve his name

Yankee John Stormalong

Well, Stormy liked a sailor’s song

Yankee John Stormalong

His voice was rough and tough, and strong

Yankee John Stormalong

An able sailor bold and true

Yankee John Stormalong

And a good old bosun to his crew

Yankee John Stormalong

He slipped his cable off Cape Horn

Yankee John Stormalong

Close by the place where he was born

Yankee John Stormalong

And so old Stormy’s day was done

Yankee John Stormalong

South 56 West 51

Yankee John Stormalong

Well, I wish I was old Stormy’s son

Yankee John Stormalong

Well, I’d build a ship of a thousand tons

Yankee John Stormalong

And I’d fill her up with Jamaican rum

Yankee John Stormalong

And all my sailors, man, they’d get some

Yankee John Stormalong

I’d load her up with grub and gin

Yankee John Stormalong

And stay in the port that we was in

Yankee John Stormalong

I’d feed you well, and I’d raise your pay

Yankee John Stormalong

And stand you drinks three times a day

Yankee John Stormalong

Ah, Stormalong and around we’ll go

Yankee John Stormalong

Ah, storm around and round we’ll go

Yankee John Stormalong

Well, I wish I was back in Barrouallie

Yankee John Stormalong

With Tall 12, Vince, and the Mutiny

Yankee John Stormalong

If ever you go down to Liverpool

Yankee John Stormalong

To Liverpool that packet school

Yankee John Stormalong

Ah, Yankee sailors, you’ll see there

Yankee John Stormalong

With red-topped boots and short cut hair

Yankee John Stormalong

There’s Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat

Yankee John Stormalong

And Frisco Jim, that packet rat

Yankee John Stormalong

So I shipped away across the sea

Yankee John Stormalong

In a hard down easter to Miramichi

Yankee John Stormalong

Oh, stretch her boys and show her clue

Yankee John Stormalong

For we’re the boys to kick her through

Yankee John Stormalong

Oh, up aloft that yard must go

Yankee John Stormalong

And up aloft from down below

Yankee John Stormalong