Our anchor's aweigh and our sails are all set
Bold Riley, oh, boom-a-lay
The folks we are leaving, we'll never forget
Bold Riley, oh, gone away


Goodbye, me darling. Goodbye, me dear, oh
Bold Riley, oh, boom-a-lay
Goodbye, me darling. Goodbye, me dear, oh
Bold Riley, oh, gone away


Wake up Mary Ellen and don't look so glum
By Whitestocking time you'll be drinking hot rum


The rain it is raining now all the day long
And the northerly wind, it does blow so strong


We're outward and bound for Bengal bay
Get bending, me boys, it's a hell of a way