The Sailor's Song

Franz Josef Haydn (1732-1809)
words by Mrs John Hunter

High on the gid-dy bend-ing mast, 
The sea-man furls the rending sail; 
And fear-less of the rush-ing blast, 
He care-less whist-les to the gale. 
 
Ratt-ling ropes and roll-ing seas, 
Hur-ly bur-ly, hur-ly bur-ly, 
War, nor death, can him dis-please, can him dis-please. 
Hur-ly bur-ly, Hur-ly bur-ly, 
Hur-ly bur-ly, hur-ly bur-ly, hur-ly bur-ly, hur-ly bur-ly.