When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon the spree
My money at last, I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be
And when me money was all gone, it was then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more

I spent that night with Angeline, too drunk to roll in bed
My watch was new and my money, too, in the morning with them she´d fled
And as I roamed the streets around, the whores they all did roar
"Here comes Jack Spratt, the poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more

As I was walking´ down the street, I met with Rapper Brown
I asked him for to take me in, but he looked at me with a frown
He said "Last time ye was paid off, with me ye chaulked no score
But I´ll give ye a chance and I´ll take your advance, and I´ll send ye to sea once more

He shipped me aboard of a whalin´ ship bound for the Arctic sea
Where the cold winds blew through the frost and snow, Jamaica rum would freeze
And worse to bear I´d no hard-weather gear, for I´d spent all my money ashore
It was then I wished that I was dead, to go to sea no more

Come all you bold sea-faring men that listen to my song
When you come off of them long trips, I´d have you not go wrong
Take me advice, drink no strong drink, don´t go sleepin´ with no whore
But get married, lads, and fall all night in, and go to sea no more

Once more boye, once more, going to sea once more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind, to go to sea once more