A Capstan Chorus

I.
Rolling along, bowling along,
Over the seas we go ;
And we heave up our anchor singing our song,
With a Yeo, cheery men, yeo !
Yeo, cheery men, yeo !

II.
The winds and the waves they will beat us about,
And the rocks lie a-waiting below ;
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo !
Yeo, cheery men, yeo !

III.
Monstrous and terrible growls the old sea
When storms make his white rage grow ;
Grim death lurks then in his heart for we ;
But Yeo, cheery men, yeo !
Yeo, cheery men, yeo !

IV.
For well are we nursed on his broad boon breast
When his rage shall overblow,
Fed full of the free bold life which is best ;
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo !
Yeo, cheery men, yeo !

V.
How he swings him along 'neath his ocean of air
In his great heart's careless flow !
How we win his love when his wrath we dare !
Sing a Yeo, cheery men, yeo !
Yeo, cheery men, yeo !

VI.
Rolling along, bowling along,
Over the seas we go j
And we heave up our anchor singing our song,
With a Yeo, cheery men, yeo !
Yeo, cheery men, yeo !