All hands on deck, we've run afloat, I heard the captain cry
Explore the ship, replace the cook, 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 gun and burnt 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 pa**ed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log, your witness my own hand