Classic Poem

Oh, whenever I went away, the story I'd like to tell, About
an 'andy little bark, the Campanero . Oh, it's between
the cook and the pump, Well, they drive me off me chump On this
'andy little bark, the Campanero! If I
ever go to sea, Well, it won't be up to me. To go in that
handy little bark, the Campanero! 1. Oh, the
skipper, he is a bulldozer, and you never did hear The words that
come from a man's mouth so often. The mate he wants to fight, and the
durin' every night, The boys around the hatch they all surround him.

2 Well, I'd have you all to know that wherever you do go,
If you see the name a-running fore-and-aft her,
Don't jine her anywhere, or you'll never forget the day
That you jined that 'andy little bark, the Campanero!

3 You may ring around the world, and go just where you please.
She's a livin' at a single time for days and months.
But if you'll take a sailor's advice, you'll get married once or twice,
Before you jine that 'andy little bark, the Campanero!

So it's between the cook and the pump,
Well, they drive me off me chump
On that handy little bark, the Campanero!
But if it's ever up to me,
Well, I'd never go to sea
Aboard that handy little bark, the Campanero!