The night from mid to 6 be a dangerus time
When the prise of silva seldom climbs
But the silva beems of moonlight on the mast
Give the cru a sense of beauty of times long past
When Silva everi nite gained a dollar or two
We drank de rum till our face turned blue
Just like the tow men we never slept
Through wind and rain we never wept
And nour when Morgan and crew rob us blind
And try to take our silva fur annuder kind
Papur silva be the buy of the day
No mor bergs of 34 they say
The good ship SS be the leeder of any fleet
Some day we will attak Wall St
And take their papur silver down to our latrine
To keep all our pirits bums clean
To skuttel our ship, oh what a crime
Is wat the boys of wall st crave
Nour give de cru de rum de kokonut an lime,
A toast, to the cru of the SS, never to be the bankers slave
AK ER 43