Classic Poem

I sail'd in the good ship the Kitty,
With a smart blowing gale and rough sea,
Left my Polly, the lads call so pretty,
Safe here at an anchor, Yo Yea.

II.

She blubber'd salt tears when we parted,
And cry'd, now be constant to me;
I told her not to be down hearted,
So up went the anchor, Yo Yea.

III.

And from that time, no worse nor no better,
I've thought on just nothing but she;
Nor could grog nor slip make me forget her,
She's my best bower anchor, Yo Yea.

IV.

When the wind whistled larboard and starboard,
And the storm came on weather and lee,
The hope I with her should be harbour'd
Was my cable and anchor, Yo Yea.

V.

And yet, my boys, would you believe me,
I returned with no rhino from sea,
Mistress Polly would never receive me,
So again I heav'd anchor, Yo Yea.