“With the sea spray in yer face
An’ the glint of gold in yer ear
The mainsail’s set
And it’s a sure bet
We’re a sight that landlubber’s fear
“Through the briny blue waters we sail
With the skull and bones waving up high
From the crow’s nest above
To the rat hole below
Ev’ry inch my pleasure and pride
“From the mists her barbed prow breaks
As we swoop o’er the foam
All the brigands on-board
Sing an awestricken word
For our mistress, the sea, is our home
Our mistress, the sea, is our home”
The crew of the sailing ship The Buccaneer finished off their shanty with a loud ‘Hurrah’.
Copyright 2012. Hunters' Quest. Kasper Beaumont