Classic Poem

Oh, the work was hard and the wages low,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
We'll pack our bags and go below,
It's time for us to leave her!

The work was hard, the voyage was long,
The seas were high, the gales were strong.

The food was bad and the ship was slow,
But now ashore again we'll go.

It was growl you may but go you must,
It mattered not whether you're last or first.

I thought I heard the old man say,
" Just one more pull and then belay. "

The sails are furled, our work is done,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
And now on shore we'll have our fun.
It's time for us to leave her!