O the times are hard and the wages low,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
I guess it's time for us to go!
An' it's time for us to leave her!

O I thought I heard the old man say,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Tomorrow you will get your pay!
An' it's time for us to leave her!

Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
It's Yankee John the packet rat.
An' it's time for us to leave her!

It's rotten beef an' weev'ly bread,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
It's pump or drown the old man said.
An' it's time for us to leave her!

We'd be better off in a nice clean jail,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
With all night in an' plenty o' ale!
An' it's time for us to leave her!

The mate was a bucko an' the old man a turk,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
The bosun was a beggar with the middle name o' work!
An' it's time for us to leave her!

Cook's a drunk, he likes to booze,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Between him an' the mate there's little to choose!
An' it's time for us to leave her!

I hate to sail on this rotten tub,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
No grog allowed and rotten grub!
An' it's time for us to leave her!

No Liverpool bread, nor rotten crackerhash,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
No dandyfunk, nor cold an' sloppy hash.
An' it's time for us to leave her!

The old man shouts, the pumps stand by,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, we can never suck her dry.
An' it's time for us to leave her!

Now I thought I heard the old man say,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Just one more pull an' then belay.
An' it's time for us to leave her!

For the voyage is done an' the winds don't blow,
An' it's time for us to leave her!

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