Pint of Ale

Give me a pint of ale for I have signed aboard the Queen weighing anchor first light when she gives sail for Java’s trade of kind. But I am having a good time this night and me thinks a pint may wet whistle fine. Then after ale booze makes shore time just right If you chance hearing curses, they aren’t mine. Tis my misfortune loving great the sea truth told, all veins are stowed with beer and brine Before mast plays a place where a man’s free, belay, think you not oceans always kind