| off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
|
| i’ve got a press gang looking after me.
|
| i’ll awaken sometime on the morrow.
|
| by then we’ll be a league away te sea.
|
| full sails, bouncing on the briney
|
| asway about they spreay&windy all the day
|
| tellin' by the swells an adventure’s in the making
|
| that’s if i don’t die upon the way
|
| i’m the boy they pressed aboard & took me out to sea
|
| the captain is a tyrant & he tells what to do but the firstmate is a cutthroat, with a muntineering?
|
| he plans to take the captain & feed him to the sharks
|
| i’ll never forget the trungeons & the harbour in the morning
|
| and what the navy did to me & pressed me on the sea
|
| still alive & i survived so many years later
|
| as big a buccaneer as i could claim to be
|
| (Repeat This Chorus:)
|
| full sails bounding on the briney
|
| jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '84's
|
| many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
|
| the cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o war.
|
| i was the boy they trungeoned & they pressed me out to sea
|
| but now i am the captain & i tell ye what te do my firstmate is a cutthroat, a tarjack run askew
|
| he has the skill to skin the king
|
| and feed him to the crew
|
| we are sailing from our homeland
|
| cross the ocean, on the sea
|
| for whatever reason be we question all authority
|
| (Repeat Last Chorus) |