Song I learned as a camp couselor, THE OCEAN WAVES.

Then up spoke the cookie of our gallent ship
And a well spoken cookie was he
I care more for my pots and my pans
Then I do for the bottom of the sea

Oh the Ocean waves they roll
And the stormy winds they blow
While we poor sailors go skipping through the tops
And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below