Land ho! Row, lads, row. Skin boots I found in the winter, Blade glittered with the light of the morning sun. Revenge is my favorite ditty, Ten to one, I killed 'em all dead! Ten ghosts in the shipwrecked belly, Round and round in the sun, the ocean ate them all. Keelhauled, he went down in a frenzy, Tough luck. Land ho! Row, lads, row. Crows nest is topsy, swing, sway and turvy, He's swaying like the drunkards alone in the belly. Wheel fights its unyielding captain, And the waves are the wrinkles in the gown of the sea. Yo ho, yo ho. The poop deck is quickly living up to its name, As the dogs are scared shitless, and only he remains. As calm as the opposite of the wind in his beard, Like the fingers of a lover, entwined in his mane. Yo ho, yo ho.