Chorus:
All coiled down, an' it's time for us to go;
Every sail's furled in a neat harbour stow;
Another ship for us, an' for her another crew –
So long, sailorman, here's good luck to you!

Fun an' friends I wish you, till your pay's all gone –
Pleasure while you're spending, satisfaction when you're done –
A chest that's never empty, when you're back to sea,
An' a better ship than she's been, an' a truer pal than me.

Chorus

A good berth I wish you, in a ship that's well found,
With a decent crowd up forrard, an' her running gear all sound,
Spars a man can trust, when it comes for to blow,
An' no bucko mate a-bawlin', when it's your watch below.

Chorus

A good Trade I wish you, an' a fair landfall,
Neither fog nor iceberg, long calm nor squall,
A pleasant port to come to, when your work's all through –
Rolling down to Sailortown, here's good luck to you.

Final Chorus:
All coiled down, an' it's time for us to go;
Every sail's furled in a neat harbour stow;
Another ship for us, an' for her another crew –
So long, sailor-man, here's good luck to you!
So long, sailor-man, here's good luck to you!

All coiled down, an' it's time for us to go;
Every sail's furled in a neat harbour stow;
Another ship for me, an' for her another crew –
An' so long, sailorman … good luck to you!

Fun an' friends I wish you till the pay's all gone –
Pleasure when you spend it an' content when it's done –
An' a chest that's not empty when you go back to sea,
An' a better ship than she's been, an' a truer pal than me.

A good berth I wish you, in a ship that's well found,
With a decent crowd forrard, an' her gear all sound,
Spars a man can trust to when it's comin' on to blow,
An' no bosun bawlin' when it's your watch below.

A good Trade I wish you, an' a fair landfall,
Neither fog, nor iceberg, nor long calm, nor squall,
A pleasant port to come to, when the work's all through –
An' so long, sailorman … good luck to you.