There Was A Ship Of Rio Sailed Out Into The Blue, And Nine And Ninety Monkeys Were All Her Jovial Crew. From Bo'Sun To The Cabin Boy, From Quarter To Caboose, There Weren't A Stitch Of Calico To Breech 'Em - Tight Or Loose; From Spar To Deck, From Deck To Keel, From Barnacle To Shroud, There Weren't One Pair Of Reach-Me-Downs To All That Jabbering Crowd. But Wasn't It A Gladsome Sight, When Roared The Deep Sea Gales, To See Them Reef Her Fore And Aft A-Swinging By Their Tails! Oh, Wasn't It A Gladsome Sight, When Glassy Calm Did Come, To See Them Squatting Tailor-Wise Around A Keg Of Rum! Oh, Wasn't It A Gladsome Sight, When In She Sailed To Land, To See Them All A-Scampering Skip For Nuts Across The Sand!