Classic Poem

Come all ye lads who sail the sea
Come forth and have a drink with me;
Yo ho! my laddies, yo ho! yo ho!
We'll blow the old man down.

Here's to a ship filled to the hold
With India silks and Spanish gold;
Yo ho! my laddies, yo ho! yo ho!
We'll blow the old man down.

We fear no storm or rolling waves
Our bones may find a watery grave;
Yo ho! my laddies, heave to! yo ho!
We'll blow the old man down.