Drunken Sailor

What shall we do with the drunken sailor

What shall we do with the drunken sailor

What shall we do with the drunken sailor

Ear'ly in the mornin'

Chorus

Hoo-ray and up she rises

Hoo-ray and up she rises

Hoo-ray and up she rises

Ear'ly in the mornin'

Give him a hair of the dog that bit him

Put him in the long boat and make him bail her

Put him in the scuppers with the hose pipe on him

Put him in the brig until he's sober

Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under

Put him in a whaler, make him pull her

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Give him a taste of the bosuns rope end

Heave him by the leg in a running bowline

Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake 'im

Give him Berocca and a double shot latte

Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts a flipper

Put him at the wheel of an Exxon tanker

That's what you do with a drunken sailor