Now this big ship was a‐rocking, and my body's filled with aches and pains Now if I get across the Atlantic Ocean, good people I will not live to Spain Now the big tide is rising, you better lower your anchors down Now if we don't make the circle, we never will get back to New York town Now why don't you people quit laughing, I feel mighty sad in my mind Said this big fog go to rising, and a cyclone is right behind Now I feels bad, nobody seems to want to go my way Says this big ship going to leaking, right between midnight and day Now I see something shining, daylight is breaking all around Soon as we make a few more lurches, I will be right back in New York town