The Dogger Bank

Sailing over the Dogger Bank,
wasn't it a treat?
The wind a-blowing 'bout east-nor'east,
so we had to give her sheet;
You ought to see us rally,
The wind a-blowing free,
On passage from the Dogger Bank
to Great Grimsby.

Chorus:
 So watch her, trigger,
 the proper ju-ber-ju,
 Give her sheet and let her rip,
 We're the boys to pull her through,
 You ought to have seen us rally,
 the wind a-blowing free,
 On passage from the Dogger Bank
 to Great Grimsby.


Now our captain he's a shang-a-roosh,
he likes a drop of good ale,
Our mate he's a roadstone-prat-inspector,
he's been seen in many a goal;
Our third hand he's a bushranger,
he come on deck and received the mail,
And you give a look at our old cook,
he's so hoppity wild.

Chorus:
 So watch her, trigger,
 the proper ju-ber-ju,
 Give her sheet and let her rip,
 We're the boys to pull her through,
 You ought to have seen us rally,
 the wind a-blowing free,
 On passage from the Dogger Bank
 to Great Grimsby.


Now we are the boys to make a noise
when we come home from sea,
We get right drunk and roll on the floor
and cause a jubilee;
We get right drunk and full of beer,
we roll all over the floor,
And when our rent it is all spent,
we'll go to sea for more.

Chorus:
 So watch her, trigger,
 the proper ju-ber-ju,
 Give her sheet and let her rip,
 We're the boys to pull her through,
 You ought to have seen us rally,
 the wind a-blowing free,
 On passage from the Dogger Bank
 to Great Grimsby.