The spray flies,
And the bow rocks.
We cut through the waves,
Flying across this great ocean.
With the ship the dolphins play,
Singing their own little song.
On the decks - the children,
Carefree as the day goes on.



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Bound for an unknown land,
We set sail one fine day,
Cease to think of landed existence,
And play among the spray-
'Til Davey Jones pulls us down,
We shall sail where the wind blows,
No way to stop the swells,
No way to stand straight once again.