Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress
Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress
Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress
The sea, she is your home.
Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow
Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow
Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow
The sea, she is your home.
Hoist up the sails and take her sailing
Hoist up the sails and take her sailing
Hoist up the sails and take her sailing
The sea, she is your home.
Drink some rum and praise her glory
Drink some rum and praise her glory
Drink some rum and praise her glory
The sea, she is your home.
Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting
Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting
Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting
The sea, she is your home.
Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you
Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you
Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you
The sea, she is your home.
*Sang to the tune of “Drunken Sailor*