This is a revised verse with a new type of ship added.
We are the slaves of the wind and the waves
And the playthings of ocean and storm.
We're adrift in the sea, and there's nowhere to flee
As around us the tempest takes form.
But we're of good cheer, and there's nothing to fear
As we slice through the seas like a sword.
We fear never a wreck, for on every deck
Is the almighty hand of the lord.
We glide into sight like a ghost in the night
Through the fog and the mist and the sea.
We face ocean's brawn with the grace of a swan
With a motion all boyant and free.
We blaze ocean trails with the wind in our sails
And a song on the lips of the crew.
And we're always at home as we glide through the foam
To the faraway rim of the blue.
We're the queens of the sea as we cruiise wild and free,
And our many decks gleam in the sun.
And our passengers sleep as we glide o'er the deep
To arise to a full day of fun.
And, then, clad in their shorts, they debark at the ports
Where exotic scenes brighten the eye.
And they come back to dine with great food and fine wine
And then dance till the dawn wakes the sky.
We slink throught the bay as we're looking for prey
Fotr a Spanish ship leaving the port.
We face any a fate just for pieces of eight
As we challenge the guns of the fort.
But take her we will, and we'll all feel the thrill
As we dance with peglegs on her deck.
Then we'll swiftly set sail and look back cross the rail
At just one more Colonial wreck.