Oh, the times are hard and the wages low. 

Chorus: Leave her, Johnny, leave her. 

I'll pack my bag and go below. 

Chorus: It's time for us to leave her. 



It's growl you may but go you must: 

It matters not if last or first. 



I'm a-getting' thin and a-growin' sad 

Since first I joined this woodenclad. 



I thought I heard the first mate say, 

“Just one more drag and then belay.” 



The work was hard and the voyage long: 

The seas were high and the gales were strong. 



The sails are furled: our work is done 

And now on shore we'll have some fun.