Karaoké A Salty Dog Procol Harum

All hands on deck

We've run a float

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 seasick day we made our port of call

A sand so white and sea so blue

No mortal place at all

We fired the guns and burned the mast

And rowed from ship to shore

The captain cried

We sailors wept

Our tears were tears of joy

Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land

A Salty Dog

The seaman's log

Your witness my own hand