..To fire salutes,
With the Captain's boots
At the teeth of the booming gale.
ANd the cook was Dutch, and behaved as such
For the dinner that he served the creeeew
Was a number of tons
Of hot cross buns
Served up with sugar and glue!!

So blow ye winds high-ho!
'Tis sailing I will go!
I'll stay nio more on England's shore,
So let the music play!
I'm off on the morning train
To cross the raging main!
I'm off to my love,
With a boxing glove,
Ten thousand miles away!!