I reckon he was practicin' fer this day.
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?
*Staggerin' along th' deck wit' a bottle o' rum in me hand* Ahoy steady th' ship... can barely walk here! Umm next was... right!
Wey–hey and up she rises,
Wey–hey and up she rises,
Wey–hey and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the morning!