Come get your duds in order, for we’re going to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order, for we’re going to cross the water
Heave away, me jolly boys, we’re all bound away
Sometimes we’re bound for Liverpool; sometimes we’re bound for Spain
Sometimes we’re bound for St. Johns Town to watch the girls a-dancing
Now it's farewell Maggie darling for its now I’m going to leave you
You promised me you’d marry me but how you did deceive me
I wrote me love a letter and I signed it with ring
I wrote me love a letter; I was on the Jenny Lind
My love wrote me a letter as I sailed the great blue sea
My love wrote me a letter she won't wait at home for me
In St. John's town we have good fun we watch the girls-a-dancing
And when I've all drunk off all me glass you'll find me there a-prancing
Sometimes we’re bound for Liverpool, sometimes we’re bound for Spain
But now we're bound for St. Johns Town to watch the girls a-dancing