The Real McKenzies - Cross the ocean

^GOff to the harbour, under drungeon in the ^Cmorning I've got a press gang looking after ^Gme. I'll awaken sometime on the ^Cmorrow. By then we'll be a league away te ^Gsea.

^GFull sails, bouncing on the ^Cbriney Asway about they spreay&windy all the ^Gday Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the ^Cmaking That's if I don't die upon the ^Gway

^FI'm the boy they pressed aboard & took me out to ^Csea The captain is a tyrant & he tells what to ^Fdo But the firstmate is a cutthroat, with a muntine^Cering? He plans to take the captain & feed him to the ^Fsharks

^GI'll never forget the trungeons & the harbour in the ^Cmorning And what the navy did to me & pressed me on the ^Gsea Still alive & I survived so many years ^Clater As big a buccaneer as I could claim to^G be

^GFull sails bounding on the ^Cbriney Jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '8^G4's Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be ^Ctaken The cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o ^Gwar.

^FI was the boy they trungeoned & they pressed me out to ^Csea But now I am the captain & I tell ye what te ^Fdo My firstmate is a cutthroat, a tarjack run a^Cskew He has the skill to skin the king And feed him to the ^Fcrew

We are ^Csailing from our ^Ghomeland Cross the ocean, on the ^Csea For whatever reason ^Gbe We question all aut^Chority