Upto the joy of the eyes and love we go to see,
There's dreams of fun that enjoy your tongue,
And the wind is on the lead, and the wind is on the lead.
Nor eye nor door, it's up to sea we go,
We love to see the light in the pale blue light,
Because no marketeers will go.
Up to the joy of the eyes and thinking to the priest,
Head down and down the square and trip for the treasured ship to see,
You're home, you're home, you're home, you're home,
It's up to sea we go, for the ship comes straight,
We love to see the light in the pale blue light,
We love to see the light in the pale blue light,
It's up to sea we go, for the ship comes straight,
You're home, you're home, you're home,
We love to see the light in the pale blue light,
It's up to sea we go, for the ship comes straight,
All round to the bottom of the sea they go, yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
Westmen, westmen, never, never fear the foe.
Here's to Eastman, Eastman, the giant of the crew,
Who sailed the deep blue sea, who sailed the deep blue sea,
Who sailed the deep blue sea.
With a joy, joy, joy, I know that three,
And five shall stand, which they may be,
And all will come, yo-ho, yo-ho,
And the girls will be waiting on the tee, I know.
And the girls will be waiting on the tee, I know.
Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Yo-ho.