The first boat I put out to sea I didn't know where that boat was going All I want was away from here and all I knew was keep on rowing The first boat I took out to sea I wouldn't have none to sail with me None to row and none to tow and none to stow my cargo down. But I come a rollin' through the calm And all my guiding stars were gone There was three old sailors by my helm, tell me I don't sail alone. One named Peter, one named Saul And one don't claim no name at all One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall. When I stumble on the reef I've got three good sailors take my grief One to sail and one to bail and one to hold me when I wail. So when the wind comes stavin' more I won't need to run for harbor I don't need to reed and tack 'cause I don't need to bring her back. And fog and foul or fair and free It's all the flamin' same to me Cause all the good hands ever sail are rollin' down my weather rail. And when I come for makin' land I've got three good sailors to my hand One to stay and one to pray and one to lay this anchor down. And if I hoist my sail again Come in sun or go in rain All the sailors in the sea come hand and haul and steer with me. One to row and one to tow and one to ease me when I go. One to row and one to tow and one to heave me when I go.