Yankee John, Stormalong
O you Liza Lee
[Refrain] Yankee John, Stormalong
Liza Lee she’s the girl for me
[Refrain] Yankee John, Stormalong
Liza Lee she promised me
She promised to get spliced to me
So i shipped away across the sea
In a hard case down easter to mirramashee
I promised her a golden ring
She promised me that little thing
I promised I would make her mine
O woundn’t we have a jamboree fine?
Liza Lee she’s slighted me
Now she will not marry me
O up aloft that yard must go
Up aloft from down below
O stretch her boys and show her clew
We’re the boys to kick her through
