47 Ginger Headed Sailors

Now there's a good ship HMS [bad word] On her home trip
Up and down she's bobbin'
Though the crew's pretty tough
The sea is so rough
The're all fed up and say
That they've had more than enough
She's got a father he's an able seaman
And they call him red haired Tom
I wire to say I'll meet you
And with your friends I'll treat you
So who do you think I've had a message from
47 Ginger headed sailors
Coming home across the briny sea
When the anchor's weighed and the journey's made
Yes they'll start the party with a hey ho my hearty

47 Ginger headed sailors
You can bet you're going to hear them when they hail us
An old maid down in Devon
Says her idea of heaven
Is 47 ginger headed sailors.