Light the candle wick
Spick and span
With the soap brick
Scrub man, scrub
Til the deck is clean enough to lick
Ship-shape and Bristol fashion
Haul on the bowline
Don't cross the line
Toe the line
Full sail flickering
In a cool night breeze
Reminds me
Of my home
in England
When the wind is in the apple trees
Ship shape and Bristol fashion
Better tighten your belt
Get a new ink blot
Watch how it's spelt
Watch how he knelt
Captain at his prayers
First mate on the boardwalk
Coming down the stairs
Everything is quiet
Save the swinging of the hammocks
Monks in their bunks
Ship-shape and Bristol fashion
Cooks in the galley
Slaves in our chains
Singing how green is your valley
They'll be singing in vain
Rum is in the blood
In the jug and the alley
Keel sliding perfectly
Like two legs in a foul
Ship-shape and Bristol fashion
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