Run the rum kegs into my berth and locker,
I’ll be hiding them for a cold day.
What’s that you say? One has cracked near the stopper,
Break out the mugs lad! It’ll not waste away!”
Whoa! The boat tilts and you slide to the rail.
Hey! The boat rocks you and knocks you around.
Ho! The boat heaves and you’re grabbing the pail,
But we’ll finish the rum ‘fore we run her aground!
“I was on watch when the storm began raging.
All I could do was shout “Up and away!”
Three men came running on deck cross the foc’sle.
All now are lost to the sea and the spray.”
Whoa! The boat tilts and you slide to the rail.
Hey! The boat rocks you and knocks you around.
Ho! The boat heaves and you’re grabbing the pail,
But we’ll finish the rum ‘fore we run her aground!
Bother me not with your port tax and customs.
I’ve paid my dues on the seas of the world.
Right whales and pirates have all tried to take me,
And though one leg I lost I’ve another that serves.
Whoa! The boat tilts and you slide to the rail.
Hey! The boat rocks you and knocks you around.
Ho! The boat heaves and you’re grabbing the pail,
But we’ll finish the rum ‘fore we run her aground!
Boxer Wyze
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