The Island Lass

1. Our packet is the Island Lass
Lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, low!
There's a laddie howlin' at the main top mast
Lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, low!

2. The old man hails from Barbados
He's got the name of "Hammer Toes"

3. He gives us bread as hard as brass
Our junk's as salt as a bailer's arse.

4. The monkey's rigged in a soldier's clothes
Where he got 'em from, God only knows.

5. We'll haul 'em high and let 'em dry
We'll trice them up into the sky.

6. It's up aloft that yard must go
Up aloft from down below.

7. Lowlands, me boys, and up she goes
Get changed, me boys, to your shore-going clothes.

JB