Good-Bye! (A Chantey To Be Sung At The Capstan)

Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon - Walk 'er round! As we slither past the last sand dune - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye to all our friends in town - Walk 'er round! Our friends - while we had half a crown - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye to the rum that scrapes like wire - Walk 'er round! And whiskey with its claws of fire - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye to the gravestones on the hill - Walk 'er round! Above the town where we got our fill - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Our fill of the kind that cry 'Give, give!' - Walk 'er round! Of the people that say 'We've got to live!' - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! Good-bye, till we come to get trimmed again - Walk 'er round! For it's always the way with sailormen - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! For there's something about this going to sea - Walk 'er round! That makes a fellow big and free - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound! So lean on your bars and walk 'er round - Walk 'er round! There's a good stiff wind, and we're outward bound! . . . Thank God, boys, we're outward bound! - Walk 'er round! We're outward bound!