A SALTY DOG
Album : A Salty Dog 1969
(Brooker / Reid)
Procol Harum


'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