A great big sea hove in Long Beach, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; A great big sea hove in Long Beach, And Granny Snooks she lost her speech. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.
A great big sea hove in the harbour, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; A great big sea hove in the harbour, And hove right up to Keough's parlour. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.
Oh, mother dear, I wants a sack, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; Oh, mother dear, I wants a sack, With beads and buttons down the back. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.
Me boot is broke, me frock is tore, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; But Georgie Snooks I do adore. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.
Oh, fish is low and flour is high, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; Oh, fish is low and flour is high, So Georgie Snooks he can't have I. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.
But he will have me in the fall, Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do; If he don't I'll hoist my sail, And say goodbye to old Canaille. To me right fol-didy fol-dee.