The Black Ball Line

I served me time in the Black Ball line

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

With the Black Ball line I served me time

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

The Black Ball ships they are good and true

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

And they are the ships for me and you

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

For once there was a Black Ball ship

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

That fourteen knots an hour could clip

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

You will surely find a rich gold mine

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

Just take a trip on the Black Ball line

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

Just take a trip to Liverpool

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

To Liverpool, that Yankee school

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

The Yankee sailors you'll see there

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

With their high-top boots and short-cut hair

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

Oh, around Cape Horn in the month of May

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

Around the Horn is a bloody long way

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

Around Cape Horn the sky is set

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

Around the Cape we’re wringing wet

Hurrah for the Black Ball line

Well, if we drown while we are young

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

It’s better to drown, than be hung!

Hurrah for the Black Ball Line

So, drink to the health of the Black Ball Line

To me way-ay-ay O Ra-O

Their ships are stout, and their men are sound

Hurrah for the Black Ball Line