Down by the water
I work for the men
The straying men
They like to hand me a silver penny
And watch me cleaning
And walking the stairs
The straying men
Little they know
Soon they will show up
Ten sails and a boat
Fifty canons will load
Down by the shore
Little they know
Soon they blow up
This place in the air
And there will be no more
Of the straying men
Of the straying men
Of the straying men, Of the straying men
They will be dead
Ohhhh
No more men