Oh you landsmen and you seamen come listen to my song

It's of a trick was played on me it won't detain you long

I came from sea the other day a lass I chanced to meet

She kindly asked me to a dance, was up on Peter street



"Oh no", says I, me fair maid, though I can dance quite well

Tonight I'm bound for Wicoloes town, 'tis where my people dwell

You'd better come with me she said the distance is not far

And finding her so frend-ily I jumped into her car



Well as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go

Was little did I ever think she'd pull my over-throw

Robbed my gold watch, and thirty pounds, a pack of fags, and fled

And left me there stark naked alone upon the bed



Now when I awoke at morning it was nothing did I spy

But a woman's shirt and apron upon the bed did lie

I rubbed my hands, I tore my hair, I cried, "what shall I do"

Ahh tonight I'm bound for Wicoloes town no more will I see you



Just as the streets were lonesome at the hour of four o'clock

I put on the shirt and apron, and marched down to the dock

The crew they saw me coming these words to me did say

My dear old chap you've struck a snap since you've been gone away



Are those the latest fasions the ladies wear on shore

Where is the shop you bought 'em at and is there anymore

The captin on the quarter deck looked at me with a frown

Saying, "Jack I'd buy a better suit than that for thirty pounds"



I would sir, if I could sir, if I only got the chance

But I met a girl on Peter street and she asked me to a dance

She danced my whole destruction, I got robbed from head to feet

And I'll take an oath, no more I'll go, to a dance on peter street



Oh you landsmen and you seamen a warning take by me

Be sure to choose good company when you go out on spree

Be sure to choose good company or you'll find yourself like me

With a womans shirt and apron for to fit you out to sea