Tune:
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Ah wis sailing over Breydon wi' John Duff,
And ah can tell you, mon, that it wis rough.
When I saw we'd lost yon crutches,
Well I nearly filled ma brutches,
It wis rough on Breydon Water wi' John Duff.
So there wis I, a-hanging o'er the side
Wi' ma fingers dangling in the rushin' tide.
As I pulled yon crutches out
Hear the skipper gie a shout:
'Don't let them go, or else Woe betide!'
So next time you go sailing wi' John Duff,
If you want to see that things are not too tough,
Have the topping lift well slack
As ye haul yon gaff jaws back,
And you'll be doing fine wi' Johnny Duff.
Composed by Old Hand