When she's a tight old staver, Then do all you can to save her; When she drops her dear old transom, Time to pack your gear and leave her. Ho-ro, the wind and snow Flying o'er the Jericho When the stormy winds do blow Swing her off and let her go. Here's to her lodging knees And her bobstays, if you please, Here's to her trestle trees: May they never leave her. When the fog is on the punkin And you hear the bells a-tunkin' Then remember Mama's warnin': Keep her off the rockpiles, darling. Here's to the dear old lady, Here's to her paint and putty Here's to her chain plates, darling, May they keep her all together. Keep her full and keep her going, Never jibe her when it's blowing; There's no way of knowing When she's going to tear it, darling. Don't you go down to the city Though the women all be pretty: They'll take your money, darling, Oh, and they'll reef your mainsail. So here's to her garboard strakes And to the water that she makes When to the pumps we takes Just to let her know we love her.