Old Stormy he is dead an' gorn,
To me way you Storm-a-long!
Old Stormy he is dead an' gorn,
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

Of all ol' skippers he was best,
To me way you Storm-a-long!
But now he's dead an' gone to rest,
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

He slipped his cable off Cape Horn,
To me way you Storm-a-long!
Close by the place where he was born.
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

An able seaman bold an' true
To me way you Storm-a-long!
A good ol' skipper to his crew.
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

He's moored at last an' furled his sail,
To me way you Storm-a-long!
No danger now from wreck or gale
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

We lowered him down with a golden chain,
To me way you Storm-a-long!
Our eyes all dim with more than rain
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

Old Stormy heard the Angel call,
To me way you Storm-a-long!
So sing his dirge now one an' all.
Ay! Ay! Ay! Mister Storm-a-long!

The "Ay, ay, ay" was always yelled out staccato.