Perdition
A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea
And our coin in the Holy Ground
From first light, in the morning
I'm a willing Galley slave
Til well past evening, falling
From the cradle to the grave
The cabin boy, a-wailing
As we rounded, on the Horn
With half the crew, a-bailing
Wishing, they were never born
The pastors on his knees
In the throes of his contrition
While the rum, it flows with ease
On the road to our perdition
Six months, or more at sea, boys
On the mighty ocean swell
Til we chart our way back home, boys
And we'll drink our way, to Hell
A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea
And our coin in the Holy Ground
Though, drunken to the scuppers
Awakened on the foam
The merchant ship, 'Perdition'
I happily call my home
And when the cargo's lightened
And we're journeyed, homeward bound
With cheery hearts, and ocean charts
We'll reach, Cork harbour sound
We'll cry, with tears of laughter
Til we're so full of cheer
We'll raise the ale-house rafters
With whiskey, rum and beer
Though masters on the water
We're hopeless, while ashore
And when our purses empty, boys
We'll go to sea for more
A life on ships, a–sailing
A–rolling on the sea
Misspent days and misspent nights
Ol' Davey Jones and me
A wayward list, to starboard, boys
A leeward tack we found
We'll spend our days on the briny sea
And our coin in the Holy Ground
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