Roll the %s the deck below,
We haul away by the northern sea,
With gold to earn filling every heart,
And and hoist the colors.
The northern sea winds whisper low,
As catch the wind we roam,
Through voyage long we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the deck below shares a story,
Of home to return and more,
The tropical isle holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crew so bold we find our way,
By foreign port we stand,
Though the anchor chain may stray,
We join heart to heart and han...