We’d been sailing on the ocean deep
For nearly thrity days
Without a vice without a drink
To lead us all astray
The wind blew billows filled our sails
Our spirits soared on high
We waited working anxiously
For that excited “land ho” cry

‘Cause when we get to port and leave
And the eager lads row in
It will be whiskey wine and beer
And all the girls that will dance a round
For a sip and a smile
Will share in our time of good cheer

A bird was seen on morning watch
Swimming through the waves
Before he rose in to the sky
To lead us on our way
All the men watch past the bow
Where clouds can now be seen
Waiting for the call to rail
At the sighting of the green

‘Cause when we get to port and leave
And the eager lads row in
It will be whiskey wine and beer
And all the girls that will dance a round

Never were there more saintly men
Than those who fear their death
Who cast off all their selfish ways
And wash themselves with regret
Leaving their lives of vice and sin
To handle the rigging and sheet
And heading out to where no man
Can walk more than fifty feet

But when we get to port and leave
And the eager lads row in
It will be whiskey wine and beer
And all the girls that will dance a round
For a sip and a smile
Will share in our time of good cheer

02/13/2009

Posted on 02/14/2009
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