Here's the tender coming, pressing all the men;
Oh, dear Hinnie, what shall we do then?

Here's the tender coming off at Shield’s Bar,
Here's the tender coming for the men o’ war.

Hide thee, canny hinny, hide theesel’ away;

Hide thee till frigate makes for Druridge Bay.

If they take thee, Geordie, who's to win our bread?
Me and little Jacky better off be dead.

Here's the tender coming, stealing of my dear;
Oh, dear, hinny, they'll ship you out of here.
They will ship you foreign, that is what it means;
Here's the tender coming full of red marines.

Hie thee, bonny lassie, let's gang tae the Lawe
See the tender lying, off at Shield’s Bar,

With her colours flying, anchor at the bow,

They took my bonny laddie, best of all the crew.

Here's the tender coming, pressing all the men;
Oh, dear Hinnie, what shall we do then?

Here's the tender coming off at Shield's Bar,
Here's the tender coming for the men o’ war.