sł.: Ian Woods.
mel.: Ian Woods.

It's been a long time since you've seen her
Must have been three years or more.
Will she be waiting when we dock, boy
Or like others will she be gone?

And one more pull boys, that'll do boys
Soon we'll draw alongside.
Hoist her up boys, swing her inboard
For the journey's nearly done.

Well you're looking mighty smart, boy
Dressed up in your number ones
You've scrounged a new blade from the purser
To take the bum-fluff from off your chin.

And one more pull boys, that'll do boys ...

When we've fixed the bow and stern lines
And you've scuttled down the gangway
If she's waiting there, just kiss her
Then turn around, give us a smile.

And one more pull boys, that'll do boys ...

For we too will go ashore soon
We'll get drunk in the clubs and bars,
Crawl back on board, boy, pockets empty
Like so many times before.

And one more pull boys, that'll do boys ...

For a man may take a wife, boy
And that man may have a mistress,
But a sailor has his ship, boy
And his mistress it is the sea.

And one more pull boys, that'll do boys...
For the journey now is done.