O the times are hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
I guess it's time for us to go!
An' it's time for us to leave her!
O I thought I heard the old man say
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Tomorrow you will get your pay!
An' it's time for us to leave her!
Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
It's Yankee John the packet rat
An' it's time for us to leave her!
It's rotten beef an' weev'ly bread
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
It's pump or drown the old man said
An' it's time for us to leave her!
We'd be better off in a nice clean jail
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
With all night in an' plenty o' ale!
An' it's time for us to leave her!
The mate was a bucko an' the old man a turk
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
The bosun was a beggar with the middle name o' work!
An' it's time for us to leave her!
Cook's a drunk, he likes to booze
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Between him an' the mate there's little to choose!
An' it's time for us to leave her!
I hate to sail on this rotten tub
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
No grog allowed and rotten grub!
An' it's time for us to leave her!
No Liverpool bread, nor rotten crackerhash
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
No dandyfunk, nor cold an' sloppy hash
An' it's time for us to leave her!
The old man shouts, the pumps stand by
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, we can never suck her dry
An' it's time for us to leave her!
Now I thought I heard the old man say
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Just one more pull an' then belay
An' it's time for us to leave her!
For the voyage is done an' the winds don't blow
An' it's time for us to leave her!
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