So Long (All Coiled Down)

All coiled down, an' it's time for us to go; Every sail's furled in a neat harbour stow; Another ship for me, an' for her another crew - An' so long, sailorman - good luck to you! Fun an' friends I wish you till the pay's all gone - Pleasure when you spend it an' content when it's done - An' a chest that's not empty when you go back to sea, An' a better ship than she's been - an' a truer pal than me. A good berth I wish you, in a ship that's well found, With a decent crowd forrard, an' her gear all sound, Spars a man can trust to when it's comin' on to blow, An' no bosun bawlin' when it's your watch below. A good Trade I wish you, an' a fair landfall, Neither fog, nor iceberg, nor long calm, nor squall, A pleasant port to come to, when the work's all through - An' so long, sailorman … good luck to you.