| Up on the poop deck and walking about, There is the second mate so steady and so stout; What he is a-thinkin' of he doesn't know himself And we wish that he would hurry up and strike, strike the bell. |
Chorus Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below; Look well to windward you can see it's gonna blow; Look at the glass, you can see it has fell, Oh we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell. |
Down on the main deck and workin' at the pumps, There is the larboard watch just longing for their bunks; Look out to windward, you can see a great swell, And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell. |
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Forward on the forecastle head and keepin' sharp lookout, There is Johnny standin', a-longin' fer to shout, Lights' a-burnin' bright sir and everything is well, And he's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike the bell. |
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Aft at the wheelhouse old Anderson stands, Graspin' at the helm with his frostbitten hands, Lookin' at the compass though the course is clear as hell And he's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike the bell. |
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Aft on the quarter deck our gallant captain stands, Lookin' out to windward with a spyglass in his hand, What he is a-thinkin' of we know very well, He's thinkin' more of shortenin' sail than strikin' the bell. |
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