Good-Bye!

A CHANTEY TO BE SUNG AT THE CAPSTAN

Good-Bye to Dirty Kate's saloon
(Walk 'er round)
As we slither past the last sand dune.
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound).

Good-bye to all our friends in town
(We're outward bound)
Our FRIENDS — while we had half a crown.
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound)

Good-bye to the rum that scrapes like wire,
(Walk 'er round)
And whiskey with its claws of fire.
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound)

Good-bye to the gravestones on the hill
(We're outward bound)
Above the town where we got our fill —
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound)

Our fill of the kind that cry " give, give! "
(Walk 'er round)
Of the people that say " we've got to live! "
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound). . . .

Good-bye, till we come to get trimmed again;
(We're outward bound)
For it's always the way with sailormen!
(Walk 'er round)
We're outward bound)

For there's something about this going to sea
(Walk 'er round)
That makes a fellow big and free.
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound)

So lean on your bars and walk 'er round
(We're outward bound)
There's a good stiff wind, and we're outward bound! ...
Thank God, boys, we're outward bound!
(Walk 'er round
We're outward bound)
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