Our good captain's pride Was the portrait of his Bride He kept it in a very special place He'd say, "When I've had enough And I feel like giving up I pull it out and look into her face And it's not 'cause of love And it's not 'cause she's my dove It reminds me of why I'm out at sea And when I feel like quitting I remember all her spitting And her cussing and her hurling knives at me."
(Chorus:) Well the rations are thin And the ropes tear at our skin And the Spanish they will try and take me life But I won't go home 'Cross the seas I will roam It's better than living with me wife
We'd returned from a trip Set to unload the ship When a rope slipped away from its place But poor old Mickey Goff It tore his leg right off And sent him straight down on his face We were about to cut free And to sail out to sea Mickey hopped up with a scowl upon his face He said "I'm going with you I'm not staying with that shrew Now 'fore she comes lets get out of this place."
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I saw Benji McGee As he washed out to sea When a wave swept him over the deck Our sailors were tough But the storm proved too rough If we turned her around she would wreck And as the sea pulled him down But before he could drown I heard him yell with his last breath "Tell that harpy at home I am free from her scorn! I finally find peace in my death!"
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Well the rations are thin And the ropes tear at our skin And a falling mast could rip you in half You could get keelhauled Or catch a cannonball But at least I'm not home with me... WifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
