Taken from the Percy Society's Early English Poetry, Ballads and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages (London, 1848), vol. 23, p. 21. This Song first appeared about 1570 in a comedy called Common Conditions
Lustely, lustely, lustely let us sail forthe,
The winde trim doth serve us, it blowes from the north.
All thinges we have ready, and nothing we want,
To furnish our ship that rideth hereby;
Victals and weapons thei be nothing skant,
Like worthie mariners ourselves we will trie.
Lustely, lustely, lustely let us saile forthe,
The winde trim doth serve us, it blowed from the north.
Her flagges be new trimmed, set flanting alofte,
Our ship for swift swimmyng, oh, she doeth excell;
Wee feare no enemies, we have escaped them ofte;
Of all ships that swimmeth she beareth the bell.
Lustely, lustely etc.
And here is a maister excelleth in skill,
And our maisters mate he is not to seeke;
And here is a boteswaine will do his good will,
And here is a ship boye, we never had leeke.
Lustely, lustely etc.
If fortune then faile not, and our next voiage prove,
Wee will returne merely and make good cheare,
And holde all together as friends linkt in love,
The cannes shal be filled with wine, ale, and beere.
Lustely, lustely etc.