Barnacles (Остров Королевы)

Hey now, hark belay there an' listen ole mate,
Hear the high seas a-callin', c'mon let's not wait,
out there on the briny with no land in sight,
just the gold sun above ye an' bright stars at night.
Ho barnacles binnacles bungtops an' blood!

In the kingdom of fishes they sport an' they play,
the herrin' the mackerel the fluke an' the ray,
in bluey green deeps where the long seaweed grows,
there swims an' ould dolphin they call Bottlenose.
Ho barnacles binnacles bungtops an' blood!

Set course by yore rudder an' trim up those sails,
we'll plough on forever through doldrums an' gales,
bound for the red sunset far over the main,
an' leave the landlubbers to roam hill an' plain.
Ho barnacles binnacles bungtops an' blood!