as led by Barry Finn on Fathom This © 2007
Barry Finn and Neil Downey

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!

Our foresail was all torn; we hadn't any thread;
We grabbed the skipper's pants an' hoisted them instead.

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!

We hadn't got a compass; we knew our way by smell;
An' if we went off course, the skipper would ring a bell.

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!

We hadn't got a lantern to see us through the dark;
The skipper's nose was bright enough to scare off any shark.

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!

The wheelhouse it was rotten, it made the rats amused;
The only thing we had to spin was Granny's spinnin' wheel.

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!

We should've sighted Hamburg a week ago it seems,
When the lookout shouted, "Strike me pink, we've sighted Barbary!"

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!

So we got ourselves a tugboat; we towed that brig astern,
An' if we ever reach Hamburg some day we will return!

So let the breezes blow; she's old an' slow,
We'll float across to Hamburg an' shirk an' lay below!