The decks were stacked   The wind blew low   The wind blew high   The stakes were low   The stakes were high      Upon the My-O-My   Hands low, hands high   Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi   Hands low, hands high   Upon the My-O-My      How was I to know she was so shy?   Upon the My-O-My   Across the light, across the night   You can hear the Captain's cry      Hands low, hands high   Upon the My-O-My   Got to make her roll, got to make her fly   Upon the My-O-My      Now tell me, good Captain   How does it feel   To be driven away from your own steering wheel?   Upon the My-O-My