Oh, the times are hard and the wages low.    Chorus: Leave her, Johnny, leave her.    I’ll pack my bag and go below.    Chorus: It’s time for us to leave her.       It’s growl you may but go you must:    It matters not if last or first.       I’m a-getting’ thin and a-growin’ sad    Since first I joined this woodenclad.       I thought I heard the first mate say,    “Just one more drag and then belay.”       The work was hard and the voyage long:    The seas were high and the gales were strong.       The sails are furled: our work is done    And now on shore we’ll have some fun.