[Verse 1]
Now gather round, ye sailors, and a story I will tell,
Of a lass from Bristol harbor that the boatswain knows too well!
Oh, Mary Wesley is her name, the terror of the tide,
There ain't a jack in all the fleet that hasn't sailed inside!
[Chorus]
For it’s heave-ho, roll her over, mind the deck and stay!
Mary’s in the forecastle, giving it away!
Heave-ho, roll her over, wind is blowing free,
She’s serviced every tar that ever sailed upon the sea!
[Verse 2]
She came aboard disguised as cook to stir the morning mess,
By noon the cap'n knew her name, the mate had seen her dress!
The gunner dropped his iron ball, the coxswain lost his steering,
When Mary walked across the hatch, the whole damn crew was cheering!
[Chorus]
For it’s heave-ho, roll her over, mind the deck and stay!
Mary’s in the forecastle, giving it away!
Heave-ho, roll her over, wind is blowing free,
She’s serviced every tar that ever sailed upon the sea!
[Verse 3]
The rigging man went up aloft to fix the mizzen yard,
He found young Mary waiting there, a-working mighty hard!
The quartermaster checked the hold, to count the rum and gin,
He rolled a barrel to the wall and Mary pulled him in!
[Chorus]
For it’s heave-ho, roll her over, mind the deck and stay!
Mary’s in the forecastle, giving it away!
Heave-ho, roll her over, wind is blowing free,
She’s serviced every tar that ever sailed upon the sea!
[Verse 4]
Forty days upon the foam, forty men or more,
We had to pull to port because the crew was feelin' sore!
So raise a glass to Mary, boys, the legend of the fleet,
She wore out every sailor before we turned the sheet!
[Chorus]
For it’s heave-ho, roll her over, mind the deck and stay!
Mary’s in the forecastle, giving it away!
Heave-ho, roll her over, wind is blowing free,
She’s serviced every tar that ever sailed upon the sea!