Row Boys Row

Feel that sting across your back and Row, Boys, Row

Don’t wait for the whip to crack and Row, Boys, Row

Is it wise to be moaning when the Captain comes?

Tip your hat and get grinning though you’re worn to the

gums

Is it wise to be needy in the land of the free?

Is it wise to be bleeding in a shark-filled sea?

Seven years of bad luck

Should have read the small print

Save my soul, save my soul

I’m chained below, chained below

Carving sailors’ little keepsakes

Out of teeth and nails and driftwood

Got to keep the old ship moving

Ploughing through the Sea of Cortez

Living skeletons for neighbours

Hear the Bo sun beat the drum and Row, Boys, Row

Slavery till Kingdom Come and Row, Boys, Row

Is it wise to be asking for a morsel more

When you see what they done to them what asked before?

Is it wise to be kneeling with your arse poking free?

Is it wise to be bleeding in a shark-filled sea?