The packet is the island lass
Lowlands, lowlands, lowlands low
There’s a laddie howlin at the main topmast
Lowlands, lowlands, lowlands low
Out captain hails from Barbados
He’s got the name Ol’ Hammertoes
He feeds us bread as hard as brass
His bacon salt is balaam’s ass
It’s up aloft this yard must go
Up aloft from down below
It’s up aloft against the sky
Trice her up and let her dry
That monkey’s dressed in sailor clothes
Where he got them from god only knows