Learned from the singing of Ewan MacColl. Many sea songs warn about the treatment sailors receive from publicans, women and folks ashore generally, but this one has an interesting sense of sailors enjoy the whole routine of coming ashore, being welcomed and then shunned and finally forced back to sea when their money runs out. I also like the notion that a whole ship's complement comes up on deck when the pilot boat approaches - the sense of excitement at approaching land must have been huge. It's also one of two sea songs I know that mentions the Deptford pub The Dog & Bell, which used to be a wonderful establishment when I lived in the area. I hope it is still.