A capital ship for an ocean trip was the Walloping Windowblind
No wind that blew dismayed her crew, nor troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was made to feel contempt for the wildest blow
Though it often appeared, when the gale had cleared, that he'd been in his bunk below.
Then blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play
I'm off for the morning train, across the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.
The bosun's mate was very sedate, yet fond of amusement too
For he played hopscotch with the starboard watch while the captain tickled the crew
And the gunner we had was apparently mad, for he sat on the after rail
And fired salutes with the captain's boots in the teeth of the booming gale.
Then blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play
I'm off for the morning train, across the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.
The captain sat on the commodore's hat and dined in a royal way
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs and gummery bread each day
And the cook was Dutch and behaved as such, for the diet he gave the crew
Was a number of tons of hot-cross-buns served up with sugar and glue.
Then blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play
I'm off for the morning train, across the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.
We all felt ill as mariners will on a diet that?s cheap and rude
And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook in a tub of his gluesome food
Then nautical pride we laid aside and we cast the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles where the pooh-pooh smiles, and the anagazanders roar
Then blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play
I'm off for the morning train, across the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.
Composed of sand is that favored land, and trimmed in cinnamon straws.
Pink and blue was the pleasing hue of the tickle-toe-teaser's claws.
We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge, and shot at the whistling bee.
And the binnacle bats wore waterproof hats as they dipped in the sounding sea.
Then blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play
I'm off for the morning train, across the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.
On rub-a-grub bark from morn til dark we dined til we all had grown
Uncommonly shrunk, when a Chinese junk sailed up from the torribly zone
She was chubby and square, but we didn?t much care, and we cheerily put out to sea
And we left the crew of the junk to chew on the bark of the rub-a-grub tree.
Then blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play
I'm off for the morning train, across the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.
