Oh, the old Ernestina and the Anna Christina
All rafted up there at Digby
While one was a plug and the other pristiner
Both of them fine schooner rig-by
And we went for a ride on the four-story tide
A sight to every land-lubber
The tidal fantastic called for gangways elastic
And bow, stern and springlines of rubber.

Oh, the old schooner life has its ups and its downs
At least that's the case there in old Digby town
You jump to the ratlines to get to the deck
But watch that first step, or you might break your neck!

We invited the town, all of Digby came down
To see them two schooners so gaffy
Together, some two hundred years they'd been 'round
But never with crews quite so daffy
But gettin' the folks from the docks to the decks
Without compound fractures of backs, heads and necks
Was as tricky as gettin' 'em back to the docks
With the water behavin' like Panama Locks

Oh, the old schooner life has its ups and its downs
At least that's the case there in old Digby town
You jump to the ratlines to get to the deck
But watch that first step, or you might break your neck!

Well, I'm happy tell that nobody fell
Although there weren't no good solutions;
For the rollin' and  twitchin' and tossin' and pitchin'
In time to the tide's evolution
It came down to a case of schooner elevation
An oceanic reaction to lunar agitation
And whether a little old lady mught ruin her vacation
By bustin' her bum on the decks

Oh, the old schooner life has its ups and its downs
At least that's the case there in old Digby town
You jump to the ratlines to get to the deck
But watch that first step, or you might break your neck!