The Lamentation of the Marooned Sailor

It's been fourteen years since they put me on this island
No ship, no crew and no bottle of rum!
Me boots have rotten, me mood turned sour
No ship no crew and no bottle of rum!

Now I tell Ye me ol' salt I wish I was there
With me ship, me crew and me bottle of rum
There on the high sea, with the winds and the waves
Me ship, me crew and me bottle of rum!

Oh Lord, if ye ever steer a ship here
A ship with a crew and a bottle of rum
I'll promise I will never go rovin' no more
With me ship me crew and me bottle of rum
I'll be meek as lamb and calm as a saint
Just me and me ship and me bottle of rum
And I'll never end up in a dance with Jack Keer
With no ship, no crew and no bottle of rum!

But Lord let me not meet that treacherous first mate
With me ship me crew and me bottle of rum
'Cause then with me cutlass I will chop off his limbs
I'll smash in his face with me bottle of rum

I curse their bones for leaving me here
Deceitful crew, empty bottle of rum
They're plundring and sailing the main without me
Oh me ship, with me crew and me bottle of rum!

I hope they'll reach ropes end there at sea
Crushed ship, drowned crew and smashed bottle of rum!
And be thrown in the Spaniards deep dungeon of woe
With no ship, no crew and no bottle of rum!

It's been fourteen years since they put me on this island
No ship, no crew and no bottle of rum!
Me mood has rotten me hope is dim
No ship, no crew and no bottle of rum!

Now I tell ye me ol' salt I wish I was there
With me ship, me crew and me bottle of rum!
There on ye high sea, with ye winds and ye waves
With me ship, and me crew and me bottle of rum!
Me ship, me crew and me bottle of rum!
Me ship, me crew and me bottle of rum!