All hands on deck

We've run afloat

I heard the captain cry

Explore the ship

Replace the cook

Let no one leave alive

Across the straits

Around the horn

How far can sailors fly

A twisted path

Our tortured course

And no one left alive



We sailed for parts

Unknown to man

Where ships come home to die

No lofty peak

Nor fortress bold

Could match our captain's eye



Upon the seventh sea sick day

We made our port of call

A sand so white

And seas so blue

No mortal place at all



We fired the gun

And burned the mat

And rowed from ship to shore

The captain cried

We sailors wept

Our tears were full of joy

Now many moons

And many Junes

Have passed since we made land

A salty dog

This seaman's log

Your witness, my own hand