A Salty Dog

All hands on deck we've run afloat
I heard the captain cry
Explore the ship replace the cook let
No one leave alive
Across the straits around the Horn
How far can sailors fly
A twisted path our tortured
Course and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak nor fortress bold
Could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white and sea so blue
No mortal place at all
We fired the gun and burnt the mast
And rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried we sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes
Have passed since we made land
A salty dog this seaman's
Log your witness my own hand