When the Alabama's kill was laid, Roll, Alabama, roll! It was laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll! It was laid in the town of Birkenhead, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!
Down the Mersey way she rolled out then, Roll, Alabama, roll! And Liverpool fitted her with guns and men, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!
Down on the Western Isle she then sailed forth, Roll, Alabama, roll! To destroy the commerce of the North, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!
To Sherbrooke Port she sailed one day, Roll, Alabama, roll! To take her cramped up prize money, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!
Many sailor lads foresaw their doom, Roll, Alabama, roll! When the KSRG appeared in view, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!
Then a bow from a forward pivot that day, Roll, Alabama, roll! Shot the Alabama stern away, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!
Off the three mile limit at 64, Roll, Alabama, roll! The Alabama would sail no more, Oh, roll, Alabama, roll!