A Land Shanty

Sou' sou' east, with the course set fair Heave ho, me hearties! On the Geelong road we're cruisin' there Seven tars with ne'er a care Heave ho, me hearties! When up speaks Bill of trouble aft; But the bos'n grinned and the skipper laughed; An' 'e sez, 'We'll trust the queer ole craft Heave ho, me hearties!' Stuns'ls, mains'ls, all were set Heave ho, me hearties! An' the fust mate sez, 'We'll make port yet, For the seas are smooth, so don't you fret Heave ho, me hearties!' But the steersman sez, 'I doubt her feel, For she ain't responding to the wheel, An' I got me doubts of 'r starboard keel But heave ho, me hearties!' There weren't no sea, tho' thegale was stiff Heave ho, me hearties! When this mad ole, bad ole dry land skiff Is a total loss in 'arf a jiff Heave ho, me hearties! 'Dry land,' the skipper sez, sez 'e, 'Is a 'ard, 'ard spot; give me the sea.' An' so in 'ospital, sez we With a heave ho, me hearties.