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'Cross the Ocean - The Real McKenzies
Off to the harbour under drungeon in the morning
I've got a press gang looking after me
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
By then we'll be a league away te sea
Full sails bouncing on the briney
Asway about they spreay and windy all the day
Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
That's if I don't die upon the way
I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
The captain is a tyrant and he tells what to do
But the firstmate is a cutthroat with a muntineering
He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
I'll never forget the trungeons and the harbour in the morning
And what the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
Still alive and I survived so many years later
As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be
Full sails bounding on the briney
Jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '84's
Many pretty treasures lots of booty to be taken
The cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o war
I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
But now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
My firstmate is a cutthroat a tarjack run askew
He has the skill to skin the king
And feed him to the crew
We are sailing from our homeland
Cross the ocean on the sea
For whatever reason be
We question all authority
Full sails bounding on the briney
Jolly rodgers flappin' score o' loaded '84's
Many pretty treasures lots of booty to be taken
The cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o war
We are sailing from our homeland
Cross the ocean on the sea
For whatever reason be
We question all authority
We are sailing from our homeland
Cross the ocean on the sea
For whatever reason be
We question all authority
