Intro: verse 1: While cruisin' 'round Yarmouth one day for a spree I met a fair damsel, the wind blowing free "I'm a fast-going clipper, my kind sir", says she "I'm ready for cargo, my hold is quite free" Singing, fal de-ral laddie, right fal de-ral lay Fal de-ral laddie, right fal de-ral day verse 2: What country she came from, I could not tell which But by her appearance I thought she was Dutch Her flag wore its colours, her masthead was low She was round at the quarters and bluff in the bow Singing, fal de-ral laddie, right fal de-ral lay Fal de-ral laddie, right fal de-ral day verse 3: She took me upstairs and her tops'l she lowered In a neat little parlour she soon had me moored She laid in her foresails, her staysails and all With her lily-white hand on my reef-tackle fall Singing, fal de-ral laddie, right fal de-ral lay Fal de-ral laddie, right fal de-ral day Instrumental: