The Captain calls sails t' fly
Hoist 'em tight, the nite is nigh
O'er ocean's crash of cold
Strayt to star my fate unfolds

Peace and calm, down below
But at bow, wer thee wind doth blow
A grypp of wood to keep my plase
Oot at see you leev no trase

"Storm's a-brewin!" he screems from a-top
"Man the anchor, giv it all she's got!"
A distent voice trys its best
But I turn to greet, mast wyth chest

Muskets trane on enemy heds
Powder & shot
Ar yor only too friends
Swingin' ship to ship,
Greeting death wytha smile
Victory is ars!
(or at leest for a wile)

The Captain calls sails t' fly
Hoist 'em tight, the nite is nigh
O'er ocean's crash of cold
Strayt to star my fate unfolds