Off to Sea Once More

1. The first time I went to Frisco, I went upon a
spree. My money at last I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could
be; I was fully inclined, made up my mind I'd
go to sea no more! 2. That night I slept with Angeline, too
drunk for to turn in bed. My clothes was new and my
money was, too; next morning with them she fled. And as
daily I walked the streets around you'd hear the people say, “There
goes Jack Rack, poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more!”

3 The first one that I came to was a son-of-a-gun called Brown.
I asked him for to take me in; he looked on me with a frown.
He says, “Last time you were paid off with me you chalked no score!
But I'll take your advance and I'll give you a chance to go to sea once more.”

4 He shipped me on board of a whaler bound for the Arctic seas.
The wintry wind from the west nor'west Jamaica rum would freeze!
With a twenty-foot oar in each man's hand, we pulled the lifelong day.
It was then I swore when once on shore I'd go to sea no more!

5 Come all you young seafaring men that's listening to my song!
I hope in what I've said to you that there is nothing wrong.
Take my advice and don't drink strong drinks or go sleeping on the shore,
But get married, my boys, and have all night in, and go to sea no more!

Here is the version of a Nova Scotia fishing captain:
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