Marc Almond - Salty Dog

All hands on deck
We're all 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
The twisted path
Our tortured course
And no left alive
We sailed for parts
Unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak
No fortress bold
Could match our captain's eye

Upon the seventh
Seasick day
We made our port of call
The sun so white