We’ve taken to the seas once more.
The tide is in, the wind is right.
Heave-ho, ye swabs, or go ashore.
So many places to explore
and all of them a great delight.
We’ve taken to the seas once more.
Bare hands, turn to your given chore.
Weigh anchor, mates, the wind is right.
Heave-ho, ye swabs, or go ashore.
Make sure we’ve food enough in store,
and all the hatches battened tight.
We’ve taken to the seas once more.
We’ll swash and buckle, shout and roar,
and fight for right with all our might.
Heave-ho, ye swabs, or go ashore.
Is Mother calling from the door?
I thought we’d rowed plumb out of sight.
Leave go, ye swabs, and get to shore.
We can’t take to the seas once more.
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