The sea of the world, how dear and near, fills my heart with superfluous joy A beckoning call, a promising call, to wash the worries away Too bad the sea’s a cold hard bitch, killing all those who shout “Ahoy!” Scars for the rest, a peg-leg or two, and that damned ass will still bray All for a chance, a very small chance, that we’ll sail far enough away
Oh!
The salt in the air, the kiss of the wind, comradery and hope abound Sailing around, adjusting the sails, there nary ever be a frown (Haha!)