By Judy Ponceby
Man the lanyard! Over the sea!
To lands unknown to you and me!
The wind blows south, my merry men.
The ale flows free, to heaven then.
To Sea, to find my heart aflame!
To Sea, to find the dragon's claim!
Salty air, on dark stormy winds
Fair, rock our ship, to pieces then.
Tossing freely, dancing wildly,
Spinning to the rhythmic pounding.
Passing time on deck and mast,
From the crow's nest, we hear at last.
Land Ho! Land Ho! Captain!
The very land that has been sought.
Rivers of silver, mountains of gold.
Paradise for Pirates, so I'm told.
Land and sea