Strike the Bell

Aft on the main deck, walking about,
there is the starboard watch so sturdy and so stout;
Thinking of the sweathearts and we hope that they are well
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell.
Strike the bell second mate, let’s go below;
Look well to windward you can see it’s gonna blow;
Look at the glass, you can see it has fell,
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell
Aft on the wheel a sailor boy he stands
Seizing the spokes with his cold mitten hands
Thinking of his mother and we hope that she is well
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell
Nothing in sight, Sir, the lights are burning bright
Relieve at the helm and I wish you good night
Dreaming of our sweethearts and we hope that we’ll sleep well
And I wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell.