Lyrics:

Sally's in the alley and Nancy's on the game
Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
That the senior service satisfy.

See the bold man-of-war steaming into port
Guns fully primed, the 24-pounder sort
And down on the deck for a full broadside
Back on the high seas with the rising tide.

Here's a little steam ship chugging up the channel
Small smoke stack and a red smoking funnel.
He brings the girls presents of stockings and tights,
Comes regular as clockwork every tuesday night.

Sally's in the alley and Nancy's on the game
Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
That the senior service satisfy.

Here come the sailor boys, matthew, luke and john
I like 'em with tattoos, i like 'em young and strong.
Here come the sailor boys a-rousting up the town
Their rigging is up but their sails are down.

-instrumental-

Here's a skipper of a clipper with a broken bowsprit
Heading for dry dock and a new refit
There's an oil tanker of the modern kind
A thousand foot length of throbbing steam turbine.

Sally's in the alley and nancy's on the game
Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
That the senior service satisfy.

Here come the sailor boys, George, John and Paul.
I like 'em lithe and lissom, like 'em slim and tall.
Here come the sailor boys whistling up the quay,
Blue peter up the mast where all the girls can see.

Sally's in the alley and nancy's on the game
Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
That the senior service satisfy.