A Salty Dog

All hands on deck We'll 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 A tortured course And no one left alive We sailed for parts Unknown to man Where ships come home to die No lofty peak No fortress boat, Could match our captains eye Upon the seventh sea sick day We've made our port of call The sand so white The sea so blue No mortal place at all We fired the gun And burned the mast And rode from ship to shore The captain cried We sailors wept Our tears were tears of joy How many moons And many Junes How far since we've made land A Salty Dog Our seaman's lot You're witness my own hand