I Am A Brisk And Sprightly Lad

 Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com

I am a brisk and sprightly lad but just come home from sea sir

Of all the lives I ever led a sailor's life for me sir

CHORUS after each verse

Yeo, yeo, yeo, Whilst the boatswain pipes all hands, With a yeo, yeo, yeo

What girl but loves the merry tar, we over the ocean roam sir

In every clime we find a port, in every port a home sir

But when our country's foes are nigh, each hastens to his guns, sir

We make the boasting Frenchman fly and bang the haughty Dons sir

        
Our foes reduced, once more on shore, and spend our cash with glee sir

And when all's gone we drown our care, and out to sea again sir

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com