A Salty Dog

All hands on deckWe've run afloatI heard the captain cryExplore the shipReplace the cookLet no one leave aliveAcross the straitsAround the hornHow far can sailors flyA twisted pathOur tortured courseAnd no one left aliveWe sailed for partsUnknown to manWhere ships come home to dieNo lofty peakNor fortress holdCould match our captain's eyeUpon the seventh sea sick dayWe made our port of callA sand so whiteAnd seas so blueNo mortal place at allWe fired the gunAnd burned the mastAnd rowed from ship to shoreThe captain criedWe sailors weptOur tears were tears of joyHow many moonsAnd many JunesHave passed since we made landA salty dogThe seaman's logYour witness, my own hand