Stormy's gone, that good old man Way, Stormalong, John! Stormy's gone, that good old man Aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! We dug his grave with a silver spade Way, Stormalong, John! His shroud of the finest silk was made Aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! An able sailor, bold and true Way Stormalong, John! A good old bosun to his crew Aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! I wish I was old Stormy's son Way, Stormalong, John! I'd build me a ship of a thousand ton Aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! I'd fill her up with New England rum WayStormalong, John! And shellbacks they would have some Aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! Stormy's dead and gone to rest Way, Stormalong, John! Of all the sailors he was the best Aye, aye, Mister Stormalong!