The Real McKenzies - Cross the Ocean Lyrics

Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
I got a press gang looking after me
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
By then we'll be a league away to sea
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Asway about the spray and windy through the day
Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
That's if we don't die upon the way
Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do
But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark
He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning
What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
I'm 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 Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew
He has the skill to gut the king
And feed him to the crew
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority

Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
I got a press gang looking after me
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
By then we'll be a league away to sea
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Asway about the spray and windy through the day
Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
That's if we don't die upon the way
Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do
But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark
He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning
What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
I'm 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 Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew
He has the skill to gut the king
And feed him to the crew
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority