Ho, come, mates, bring yore ship,
An' berth her in th' harbour.
Come stride righ' in, for a cup o' gin
Amid th' noise an' clamour.
Take a flagon o' grog, mate,
Gulp it down an' take another,
For th' eve is young
An' th' shanty unsung
On this dark Sampetran night.

Draw yer blades, me hearties,
For th' party's jus' begun,
Throw awa' yer petty worries,
'Cos fer good mates y'pay none!
Sing out lound now, mate,
Jus' bellow 'til th' eve's done
'Cos th' island's dark,
Ship's above watermark
On this dark Sampetran night!"