Heave, ho, heave, ho

Say the trees as they bow to the wind and the snow

And the clock as its burden flows to and fro,

Heave, ho, heave, ho

As the body of the black cat downed and rose

And the army of the waves march on then go,

Heave, ho, heave, ho,

Moan old man’s boots – rise, fall so slow,

Fall so slow, where they go none know.

Heave, ho, heave, ho,

Heave, ho, heave, ho,

Heave, go, leave, slow.