Yo, ho, working on a ship!
Yo, ho, working on a ship!
Our hands are strong, our heads are high.
Our backs are wet, our mouths are dry,
Our hands are strong, our heads are high,
We're working on this ship until we die.
Oh Mama, I don't want to die.
But if I've got to then I really don't care when.
I'm on a ship I don't know why.
But all I know is that I can't go home again.
Can't go home again.
Yo, ho, working on a ship!
Yo, ho, working on a ship!
Our hands are strong, our heads are high.
Our backs are wet, our mouths are dry,
Our hands are strong, our heads are high,
We're working on this ship until we die.
Copyright 1997 Zach London
