Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon - br Walk 'er round! br As we slither past the last sand dune - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br br Good-bye to all our friends in town - br Walk 'er round! br Our friends - while we had half a crown - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br br Good-bye to the rum that scrapes like wire - br Walk 'er round! br And whiskey with its claws of fire - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br br Good-bye to the gravestones on the hill - br Walk 'er round! br Above the town where we got our fill - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br br Our fill of the kind that cry 'Give, give!' - br Walk 'er round! br Of the people that say 'We've got to live!' - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br br Good-bye, till we come to get trimmed again - br Walk 'er round! br For it's always the way with sailormen - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br For there's something about this going to sea - br Walk 'er round! br br That makes a fellow big and free - br Walk 'er round! br We're outward bound! br So lean on your bars and walk 'er round - br Walk 'er round! br br There's a good stiff wind, and we're outward bound! . . .