The ship of Rio

There was a ship of Rio

Sailed out into the blue,

And nine and ninety monkeys

Were all her jovial crew.

From bo'sun to the cabin boy,

From quarter to caboose,

There weren't a stitch of calico

To breech 'em -- tight or loose;

From spar to deck, from deck to keel,

From barnacle to shroud,

There weren't one pair of reach-me-downs

To all that jabbering crowd.

But wasn't it a gladsome sight,

When roared the deep-sea gales,

To see them reef her fore and aft,

A-swinging by their tails!

Oh, wasn't it a gladsome sight,

When glassy calm did come,

To see them squatting tailor-wise

Around a keg of rum!

Oh, wasn't it a gladsome sight,

When in she sailed to land,

To see them all a-scampering skip

For nuts across the sand!