When up the shrouds the sailor goes
And ventures on the yard
The landsman who no better know
Believe his lot is hard

Bold Jack with smiles each danger meets
Weighs anchor heaves the log
Trims all the sails belays his sheets
And drinks his can of grog

Here's to the rum, boys, jolly grog
Here's to the lassies drinking gin
The briny ocean I must cross
Tonight our merry spirits drop

Jack's happy days will soon be gone,
To return again, oh never!
For they've raised his pay five cents a day,
But stopped his grog forever.

Yet memory oft' will backward turn,
And dwell with fondness partial,
On the days when gin was not a sin,
Nor cocktails brought courts-martial

Merry Spirits Drop

There once was told a sailor myth
Of a giant squid they said
Hidden off somewhere down in the sea
In locations left unchecked

Of all the men who've seen the squid
Only one was not found dead
He was old pirate Joe and so I pled
He'd join me in my corsair!

So he set his grog aside (and said)
What would happen if we tried?
Would we face briny high tides
Would we strive or would we die?

Passed three weeks of our hunting trip
And nothing had we met
Til one night something shook our ship
Had me fall off my bed

As I ran outside out to the deck
I felt my grand regret
Black tentacles rose strongly
Hid the moon with their silhouette

Man the harpoons and the cannons
This might be our final stride
So whatever that might happen
We only go down with a fight!

We were victorious that night
Tho we were filled with fright
The black squid did we smite

And for those who lost their lives
We sing to remind their dare
The black squid corsair

There once was told a sailor myth
Of a giant squid they said
Hidden off somewhere down in the sea
In locations left unchecked

Of all the men who've seen the squid
Only two were not found dead
Old pirate Joe and me...
In the black squid corsair

Black Squid Corsair

I still hear her calling my name
Although I know she's passed away
It feels pretty hard to describe

Hey
She makes me wake up in cold sweat
Although she's not lying in my bed
I still feel her mien by my side

Home does not feel too homelike	alone
It's been hard to face that Mary's gone

Hey
I still think it's all too unfair
That I never got to say bye
Or take a last look at your eyes

You
Should not have stepped into that ship
That homeless man with a glass eye
Warned you but you brushed him aside

When her bedside gets lit by moonlight
Crispy chills crawl bolting up my spine
And when I close my eyes I can see
Mary Anna stares dead back at me

Mary Anna

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