To a New York trader I did belong, She was built for sea, both stout and strong. Well rigged 'well manned, well fit for sea; She was bound for New York in Ameriky. Our captain in his cabin lay. A voice came to him and thus did say. Our captain woke in a terrible fright, It being the first watch of the night, Aloud for his bo'sun he did call, And to him related the secret all. Early next morning a storm did rise, Which our seamen did much surprise; The sea was over us, both fore and aft, Till scarce a man on deck was left. Then the bo'sun he did declare That our captain was a murderer. It so enraged the whole ship's crew That overboard their captian threw. When this was done a calm was there, Our good little ship homeward did steer, The wind abated and calmed the sea, And we sailed safe to Ameriky.