Classic Poem

Oh the times was hard and the wages low,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her;
And the grub was bad and the gales did blow,
And it's time for us to leave her.

Leave her, Johnny, leave her, Oh leave her, Johnny, leave her, For the voy'ge is done and the gales can blow, And it's time for us to leave her.

I thought I heard the Old Man say,
" Ye can go ashore and take her pay".

Oh her stern was foul and the voy'ge was long;
And the winds was bad and the gales was strong.

And we'll leave her tight and we'll leave her trim,
And heave the hungry packet in.

Oh leave her, Johnny, leave her with a grin,
For there's many a worser we've sailed in.

And now it's time to say goodbye,
For the old pierhead's a-drawing nigh.