I Am A Brisk and Sprightly Lad |
I am a brisk and sprightly lad, But just come home from sea, sir. Of all the lives I ever led, A sailor's life for me, sir. Chorus: Yeo, yeo, yeo, Whilst the boatswain pipes all hands, With a yeo, yeo, yeo!
2. What girl but loves the merry tar, |
3. But when our country's foes are nigh, Each hastens to his guns, sir. We make the boasting Frenchman fly, And bang the haughty Dons, sir. Chorus:
4. Our foes reduced, once more on shore, |