Plucked from the finest of hamlets and dales

From Sydney and Bristol and Yorkshire we hail

Riding the finest of summertime gales

We're bound for the Bay of Suvla



And it's away, Suvla Bay

Haulin' away to the Suvla Bay

Fare thee well my pretty young maids

We're bound for the Bay of Suvla



Our wake it is bursting right over the pier

The engines do carry this bold chevalier

To face the brave Abdul Abulbul Amir

We're bound for the Bay of Suvla



And it's haul 'er straight over and hard to the right

The waters are clear and the sand it is white

Old mr. Stopford will set us alight

We're bound for the Bay of Suvla



Well the wind it is fair and the stars have aligned

We'll sell our salt cod for sweet olives and wine

And string up the Kaiser by thanksgiving time

We're bound for the Bay of Suvla!