Procol Harum - A Salty Dog Lyrics
(brooker / reid)all hands on deck, weve run afloat! I heard the captain cryexplore 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 aliveWe sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to dieNo lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captains eyeUpon the seventh seasick day we made our port of callA sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at allWe fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shoreThe captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joyNow many moons and many junes have passed since we made landA salty dog, this seamans log: your witness my own hand