| When the Alabama's keel was laid, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| It was laid in the yards of Jonathon Laird. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| It was laid in the yards of Jonathon Laird, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| It was laid in the town of Birkenhead. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| Down Mersey way she sailed then, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| To destroy the commerce of the north. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| To Cherbourg harbor she sailed one day, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| To collect her share of prize money. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| Many a sailor saw his doom, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| When the Yankee Kearsarge hove into view. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| A shot from the for'ard pivot that day, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| Blew the Alabama's steering gear away. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| Off the 3-mile limit in '64, |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
| She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor. |
| Roll, Alabama, roll! |
Taken from “Shanty Seattle”.