Aye th' Lord be my Cap’n, I’ve all that I need.
He puts a wind abaft th' beam; he sets a course f’r smooth waters; he sets me heart at ease. Sure an’ once ‘tis all done we do give him honor for it.
Even though I’ll sail in
th’ roughest seas, I be fearin’ no lee shore, f’r his hand on th’ wheel
is sure, an’ ne’er do we miss stays.
Never in life does he stop our grog f’r nothing, an' sees he we’ve all et well afore there’s a row; we’ve prize money an’ booty t’ spare.
Surely ‘tis blessing an’ favor all me days, an’ I shall sail in his crew ‘til th’ waves close over me head an' beyond.
Reader:
Th' word o' the Cap'n f'r th' people o' th' Cap'n;
All:
Arrr!
Never in life does he stop our grog f’r nothing, an' sees he we’ve all et well afore there’s a row; we’ve prize money an’ booty t’ spare.
Surely ‘tis blessing an’ favor all me days, an’ I shall sail in his crew ‘til th’ waves close over me head an' beyond.
Reader:
Th' word o' the Cap'n f'r th' people o' th' Cap'n;
All:
Arrr!
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