Down by the water I work for the men The straying men They like to hand me a silver penny And watch me cleaning And walkng the stairs The straying men Little they know Soon they will show up Ten sails and a boat Fifty canons will load Down by the shore Little they know Soon they blow up This place in the air And there will be no more Of the straying men Of the straying men Of the straying men, Of the straying men They will be dead Ohhhh No more men