Barnacle Bill

Who’s that knocking at my door? *Knocking*
Who’s that knocking at my door? *Knocking*
Who’s that knocking at my door? *Knocking*
Cried the fair young maiden
It’s only me from over the seas
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor
I’m hard to windward and hard a-lee
Says Barnacle Bill the Sailor
I’ve newly come upon the shore
And this is what I’m looking for
A jade, a maid, or even a whore
Says Barnacle Bill the Sailor
Well I’ll come down and let you in
I’ll come down and let you in
I’ll come down and let you in
Cried the fair young maiden
Well, hurry before I bust the door
Says Barnacle Bill the Sailor
My arse is tight and my tempers raw
Say Barnacl Bill the Sailor
I’m so wound up I’m afraid to stop
I’m looking for meat or I’m going to pop
A rag, a bone with a chrry on top
Says Barnacle Bill the Sailor