Hell's pavement

"When I'm discharged at Liverpool an' draws my bit o' pay,

I won't come to sea any more;

I'll court a pretty little lass and have a weddin' day,

And settle somewhere down shore;

I'll never fare to sea again a-temptin' Davy Jones,

A-heark'nin' to the cruel sharks a-hung'rin' for my bones;

I'll run a blushin' dairy-farm or go a-crackin' stones,

Or buy an' keep a little liquor-store."

So he said.

They towed her into Liverpool, we made the hooker fast,

And the copper-bound officials paid the crew,

And Billy drew his money, but the money didn't last,

For he painted the alongshore blue,

It was rum for Poll, and rum for Nan, and gin for Jolly Jack;

He shipped a fortnight later in the clothes upon his back;

He had to pinch a little straw, he had to beg a sack

To sleep on, when his watch was through,

So he did.