Come me boys and heave with me
Let's get off this cursed sea
Let's be home to lovers and wives
And leave behind these four hour lives
Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again
Come me boys and heave with me
The wind's my friend and my enemy
It carries me home, but it must be tamed
Everything lost or everything gained
Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again
Come me boys and heave with me
Got scabrous hands and bloody knees
But when the bell tolls, I'll go below
My hands will callous, and my strength will grow
Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again
Come me boys and heave away
Soaked and heavy heaving under the spray
Will I ever shed this salt on my brow?
Better the dust from under my plow
Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again
When I'm back in Bristol town
I'll buy my love a silken gown
We'll lie in each others arms and rest
Until that bell sounds in my chest
Four hours
Workin' on the swell
Four hours
Sloggin' in the rain
Four hours
Workin' to the bell
Then four hours
'Til it starts again
Four hours
Haulin' on the sheets
Four hours
Keepin' our feet
Four hours
Wrap me in the shroud
And four hours
Lay me in the ground