17 May 2015 0 Comments


Written by Gordon Bok 1982.


When she’s a tight old staver,

Then do all you can to save her;

When she drops her dear old transom,

Time to pack your gear and leave her.



            Ho-ro, the wind and snow

            Flying o’er the Jericho

            When the stormy winds do blow

            Swing her off and let her go.


Here’s to her lodging knees

And her bobstays, if you please,

Here’s to her trestle trees:

May they never leave her.


When the fog is on the punkin

And you hear the bells a-tunkin’

Then remember Mama’s warnin’:

Keep her off the rockpiles, darling.


Here’s to the dear old lady,

Here’s to her paint and putty

Here’s to her chain plates, darling,

May they keep her all together.


Keep her full and keep her going,

Never jibe her when it’s blowing;

There’s no way of knowing

When she’s going to tear it, darling.


Don’t you go down to the city

Though the women all be pretty:

They’ll take your money, darling,

Oh, and they’ll reef your mainsail.


So here’s to her garboard strakes

And to the water that she makes

When to the pumps we takes

Just to let her know we love her.


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