Strike The Bell Scottish Trad:

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com

Up on the poop deck and walking about

There is the second mate so steady and so stout

What he is a-thinking of he doesn't know himself

And we wish that he would hurry up and strike strike the bell

Chorus after each verse:

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 working 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

Forward on the forecastle head and keeping sharp lookout

There is Johnny standing, a- longing for to shout

Lights a - burning bright sir and everything is well

And he's wishing that the second mate would strike strike the bell

Aft at the wheelhouse old Anderson stands

Grasping at the helm with his frostbitten hands

Looking at the compass through the course is clear as hell

And he's wishing that the second mate would strike strike the bell

Aft on the quarter deck our gallant captain stands

Looking out to windward with a spyglass in his hand

What he is a-thinking of we know very well

He's thinking more of shortening sail

Than striking the bell

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com