Now there's a good ship, H.M.S. Cock-Robin. On her home trip, Up and down she's bobbin' Oh the crew's pretty tough. The sea is so rough. They're all fed up and say That they've had more than enough.
She's got a father He's an able seaman And they call him Redhead Tom
I wire to say I'll meet you And with your friends I'll treat you So who do you think I've had a message from?
Forty-seven ginger-headed sailors Coming home across the briney sea When the anchor's weighed And the jouney's made Yes they'll start the party With a heave-ho, me-hearty
Forty-seven ginger-headed sailors You can bet you're going to hear them when they hail us An old maid down in Devon Said my idea of heaven Is forty-seven ginger-headed sailors!