Have you ever been to see Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Have you felt the waves are crashing at your door?
Will you come to see with me, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
We'll ride the waves like in the days of yore.

Arr! Welcome aboard!
Come on up to the poop deck! Bring the soap!

Bobbin' in the harbor, he had barnacles encrusted on his hull.
(Ah, well I've been bottom fishing, you see.)
And as I stood upon the wharf, I thought that I could hear the captain call.
(Yeah, well you like to see it when I can't fit!

Have you ever been to see Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Have you felt the waves a-crashing at your door?
Will you come to see with me, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
We'll ride the waves like in the days of yore.

When we were at sea, I felt the tingling of the breeze upon my cheek.
(I'll show you where to put yer fish fingers, bye.)
I heard the slapping of the sheets, the groaning of the lines, the timbers creak.
(It's your turn in the barrel, Billy)

And when the day was done, we'd sing and pass around the grog.
"Come sit down here beside me - I'll show thee the captain's log!"
There was drinking, there was dancing, there were always some surprises.
"Grab hold of this here tiller, bye, heave-ho, and up she rises."

Heave-ho, and up she rises, heave-ho, and up she rises.
Heave-ho, and up she rises early in the mornin'.

Have you ever been to sea, Billy Boy? Billy Boy?
Have you felt the waves of crashing at your door?
Will you come to sea with me, Billy Boy? Billy Boy?
You'll not get shipwrecked - but you might get blown ashore.
"We'll make a seaman of you yet, Billy boy."