Pretty ensign, haulin’ up the sheet,
pretty ensign, a member of the fleet,
pretty ensign, I don’t believe you’re on this sloop,
sunning on the deck that’s called “poop.”
Stir me.

Pretty ensign, you’re the pard for me,
pretty ensign, nautic’lly and naughty.
Pretty ensign,
I love you as I love the seas:
I propose matrimony’s
vows.

Pretty ensign, we can file
papers in just a short while
once we’re in waters of isle country.

Pretty ensign, aye, aye, aye,
pretty ensign, just that way,
pretty ensign, where they fish the sea
and they feed you and treat you right—
in Iceland, baby, this time next night.

Pretty ensign, when you walk by,
pretty ensign, my flag flies high,
pretty ensign, it’s caulk the seams day, olé!
although we know that it’s not OK.
Let’s go down where leakage awaits;
there we won’t find any first mates.
What do I feel?
Must be you hauling my keel.
So out my line I will reel.

Oh! Oh!! Pretty ensign!!!