When I was a little hairless boy
I went to sea in Stormy's employ.
Shipped away as a cabin boy.
When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was fed up with the sea,
When I was just a shaver.
They whacked me up and they whacked me down,
The mate he cracked me on the crown,
And then he buggered me round and round.
When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was fed up with the sea,
When I was just a shaver.
When I went aloft through the lubbers' hole
The mate he said, "Goddamn your soul,
You'll do, me son, what you're bloody well told."
When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was fed up with the sea,
When I was just a shaver.
And when we lollopped around the Horn
I wished to God I never was born;
I felt like a sheep with it's wool all shorn.
When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was fed up with the sea,
When I was just a shaver.
When we'd left behind the ice and rain,
And once more to the tropics we came,
The mate came buggering once again.
When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was fed up with the sea,
When I was just a shaver.
So when we reached port well I skipped ship,
I'd had enough for one bleeding trip.
I'd stay ashore and never more ship.
When I was just a shaver, a shaver.
Oh, I was fed up with the sea,
When I was just a shaver.
