In Lowestoft a boat was laid, Mark well what I do say! And she was built for the herring-trade, But she has gone a-rovin′, a-rovin′, a-rovin′, The Lord knows where! They gave her Government coal to burn, And a Q.F. gun at bow and stern, And sent her out a-rovin′, etc. Her skipper was mate of a bucko ship Which always killed one man per trip, So he is used to rovin′, etc. Her mate was skipper of a chapel in Wales, And so he fights in topper and tails, Religi-ous tho′ rovin′, etc. Her engineer is fifty-eight,′ So he′s prepared to meet his fate, Which ain′t unlikely rovin′, etc. Her leading-stoker′s seventeen, So he don′t know what the Judgments mean, Unless he cops ′em rovin′, etc. Her cook was chef in the Lost Dogs′ Home, Mark well what I do say! And I′m sorry for Fritz when they all come A-rovin′, a-rovin′, a-roarin′ and a-rovin′, Round the North Sea rovin′, The Lord knows where!