Ronny - What Shall We Do with the Drinken Sailor?

What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
what shall we do with the drunken sailor,
what shall we do with the drunken sailor,
early in the morning?
Hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
early in the morning!

Es war vor Irlands Küste, als uns der Sturm erwischte,
heulend mit Schnee und Hagel, peitsche er die Wogen.

Hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
early in the morning!

Laut stöhnt der alte Kasten und von vereisten Masten
mit uns’ren klammen Fäusten wagen wir die Segel.

Hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
early in the morning!

Gott, steh’ uns bei Matrosen, klingt’s durch des Sturmes Tosen;
schwarz duckt die See sich auf, als wär’s der Hölle Rachen.

Hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
hooray, hey, and up she rises,
early in the morning!

Written by:
Gregor Baskin, Wolf Hausmann

Publisher:
Lyrics © Edition Maxim Bremen

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