With many a merry jest--Heigh-ho!
He's fond of a merry jest.
'When the little folks yawn they are ready to go,
And Jack Tot is lifting his sail--Hee-hoo!
In the swell how the little folks nod--He-hoo!
Just see how the little folks nod.
'And some have sailed off when the sky was black,
And the poor little sailors have never come back,
But have steered for the City of God--Heigh-ho!