Wipe him down with gasoline
’Til his arms are hard and mean
From now on, boys, this ironboat’s your home
So heave away, boys!

We sail tonight for Singapore
Take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door
The whole town’s made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam
They all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth
Get yourself a dollar’s worth
Away, boys
Away, boys
Heave away.