Sing ho! for a brave and gallant ship,
And a fair and favoring breeze,
With a bully crew and a captain too,
To carry me over the seas,
To carry me over the seas my boys,
To my true love far away
I'm taking a trip on a Government ship,
Ten thousand miles away!

Ch: Then blow ye winds heigh-oh!
A roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore
to hear the music play.
I'm off on the morning train
to cross the raging main
I'm taking a trip on a Government ship
Ten thousand miles away!

My true love she was beautiful,
My true love she was young;
Her eyes were like the diamonds bright,
And silvery was her tongue,
And silvery was her tongue, my boys,
Though now she's far away;
She's taken a trip on a Government ship
Ten thousand miles away.

Oh, dark and dismal was the day
When last I seen my Meg;
She'd a Government band around each hand,
And another one round her leg;
And another one round her leg, my boys,
As the big ship left the bay-
"Adieu," she said, "remember me,
Ten thousand miles away!"

I wish I were a bosun bold,
Or even a bombardier,
I'd build a boat and away I'd float,
And straight for my true love steer;
And straight for my true love steer, my boys,
Where the dancing dolphins play,
And the whales and sharks are having their larks,
Ten thousand miles away!

The sun may shine through a London fog,
Or the river run quite clear;
The ocean's brine be turned to wine,
Or I forget my beer;
Or I forget my beer, my boys,
Or the landlord's quarter-day,
Before I forget my own sweetheart,
Ten thousand miles away!

Too soon to be out of my bed,
Too soon to be back at this bus queue caper,
Or searching for change for my picture paper,
On a Monday morning.

Wrong end of the week for a smile,
Wrong end of the day for being civil,
There's many a Saint would be a devil,
On a Monday morning.

Where is the weekend now?
Where is the Whiskey and beer I tasted?
Gone the same way as the pay I wasted,
On a Monday morning.

If only the birds would booze,
If only the sun was a party giver,
If I could just lend someone else my liver,
On a Monday morning.

My lover she lies asleep,
My lover is warm and her heart is mellow.
I'd trade you the world just to share her pillow,
On a Monday morning.

Too soon to be out of my bed,
To soon to be back at this bus queue caper,
Or searching for change for my picture paper,
On a Monday morning.

Come all ye true-born lrishmen, a story I will tell,
Concerning Denis McCarthy, in Liverpool town did dwell.
'Twas down the northern docks one day he happened for to stay;
On a western ocean steamboat he stowed himself away.

After four long days and four long nights in the chain locker he was found,
The lrish lad was stowed away, leaving his native ground .
The lrish lad was stowed awag, leaving his native shore,
On board of a western ocean boat, The City of Baltimore.

The mate he came up on the deck, and to the crew did say:
"Where is that lrish son of a gun who stowed himself away?"
"I'm here," says bold McCarthy, "and as I've said hefore,
I'll fight any man that's fore or aft The City of Baltimore."

The mate, he being a cowardly man, before him wouldn't stand;
McCarthy, being a smart man, 'twas at the mate he ran.
McCarthy, being a smart man, this bucko he did lower,
And he stretched him senseless on the deck of the City of Baltimore.

The second mate and the bosun came to the mate's relief;
McCarthy with his capstan bar he soon made them retreat.
His Irish blood began to boil and he like a lion did roar,
Saying, "Skin and hair will fly this day on The City of Baltimore.

The captain was a Scotchman, McDonald was his name;
When he had seen what McCarthy done, right for'ard then he came.
"Well done," he cried, "my gallant boy. I'll give you three cheers more!
You fought your way right fore and aft on the City of Baltimore!"