Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?
Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away
Where are all the Beaulieu boys, that built the Agamemnon?
Let them lie 'neath waving grass, contented where they lay
Swords and swinging riveters, their sounds will not be waking them
Sink them in their hammocks, boys, they've gone far away
Where is Captain Nelson now, that sailed the Agamemnon?
Fought and beat the Spanish crews in Cape St Vincent Bay
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Broach the keg of brandy, boys, and send him far away
Where are all the jolly tars, that crewed the Agamemnon?
Men for whom the carronades were less hard work than play
Oak and iron blood were they, and every girl a darling
Sink them in their hammocks, lads, they've gone far away!
Sing the shanty loud, my boys, we'll rouse the Agamemnon!
Stamp it round her capstan and her anchor we will weigh
Where are all the wooden walls, the cloud of sails a-bearing
They're foundered, sunk or broken, and they've gone far away!
Where is Henry Adams now, that planned the Agamemnon?
Foundered on the River Plate, in Maldonaldos Bay
Oak and iron blood of her, his fine one, his darling
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away!
Sink him in his hammock, boys, he's gone far away!