We hadn't been three days at sea before we saw a sail,
So we clapped on every stitch would stand, although it blew a gale,
And we walked along full fourteen knots, for the barkie she did know
As well as ever a soul on board, 'twas time for us to go.
Time for us to go,
Time for us to go,
As well as ever a soul on board,
'Twas time for us to go.

We carried away the royal yard, and the stunsail boom was gone;
Says the skipper, " They may go or stand, I'm damned if I don't crack on;
So the weather braces we'll round in, and the trysail set also,
And we'll keep the brig three p'ints away, for it's time for us to go. "
Time for us to go,
Time for us to go,
And we'll keep the brig three p'ints away,
For it's time for us to go.

A quick run to the south we had, and when we made the Bight
We kept the offing all day long and crossed the Bar at night.
Six hundred niggers in the hold and seventy we did stow,
And when we'd clapped the hatches on, 'twas time for us to go.
Time for us to go,
Time for us to go,
And when we'd clapped the hatches on,
'Twas time for us to go.