While I was going down on watch one dark and dismal night. I came upon the Second, (a most disturbing sight). He stood there in his boiler suite, a spanner in his hand. Said "Take this in your grubby mitts, and tighten up that Gland".
Yippee eye ah, yippee eye oh, night riders in the sky.
I was stood down by the cargo pump while 'rasing' mighty 'Ark'. There was a flash and then a bang and everything went dark. The running feet of engineers, the Seconds mournful cry. Was worse than all those ghostly, steers stampeding 'cross the sky.
Yippee eye ah, yippee eye oh, night riders in the sky.
But cheer up all me bonny lads, to refit we will go. We're running low on fags and beer, and down on FFO. The only thing that's running high, is the engineers moral. As we slowly sink to rest out keel, in that waterless coral.
Yippee eye ah, yippee eye oh, night riders in the sky.
Originally sent in by John Breckon, and updated by Neil Mathewson the writer of the song.
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