There's nothing like a ship at sea with all her sails full-spread
And the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figurehead
And the bowsprit plunging starward and the nosing deep again.
"There's nothing like a ship at sea," sing ho, ye sailormen.
Oh, a little wayside tavern is a jolly thing to know
Where there's mugs and waiting tables and an open fire a-glow;
And it's good to have a song to sing at work as well as play;
And it's pleasant to have memories of boyhood's yesterday;
And they say a tried companion walking down an endless road
Makes the heavy footfall lighter, shares the burden of the load . . .
And I see my sweetheart walking with her head held proud and high
And I wish that I was with her where the bells ring in the sky . . .
But there's nothing like a ship at sea with her sails full-spread
And the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figurehead.
Oh, it's once you be a sailor you must go to sea again.
"There's nothing like a ship at sea," sing ho, ye sailormen.
