Sun breaks over the spritsail yard
Chip sheet's hauling to leeward hard
Crosstree's humming a morning hymn
I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim. (His name's Jim)

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale

Captain's stalking the quarterdeck
Tells the tail of his first shipwreck
Castaway with a case of rum
Hoped that rescue would never come (Never come)

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale
To the furbelow of the wily, wily

First mate Peter's a hardened man
Says the captain's a charlatan
Don't know tackle from futtock plates
The sailor's sent to the pearly gates

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale

I been sailing these seven seas
Since I's nigh high to a mermaid's knees
Come next April I'm sixty-three
I can't advance! (I like short pants!)
Save in the cabin on the open sea

Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale