Deep Down

The lights are on the harbor, And the ships at anchor ride⁠— Blow she high, blow she low, let’er blow! We’re outward bound at dawning With the turning of the tide, And Davy Jones is waiting down below, Old Davy Jones is watching down below, below, below, Down deep, deep down, down below. Now, here’s to hearty weather, And here’s to starry skies⁠— Up she goes, down she goes, bullies, Oh! And here’s to all the ladies, And damn old Davy’s eyes, Long may we keep him waiting down below! Old thieving, crimping Davy, down below, below, below, Down deep, deep down, down below. At Rio, Hull or Sidney, I’ll meet you all again, So here’s good luck, my bullies, ere we go, Or I’ll find a berth ’longside you In the port o’ missing men, Where Davy Jones is waiting down below, Where Davy Jones is watching down below, below, below, Down deep, deep down, down below.