Poetry for seafaring folk heading to the edge of the world

Here we go sailing on the blue briny Sea

Chasing Sea Monsters and Serpents

Drinking Rum and sweet hot tea

Hauling the main sail as sailors always do

Shouting har har har me hearties

And singing the odd sea shanty or two

Chase a fair wind

For new adventures, in the great unknown

Right to the edge of the world

We hope we will be blown

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest

Yo ho ho we will go, and do our very best

Dropping anchor at tropical islands

Full of unknown tribes and strange beasts

And on the white silvery sands

We will have big swashbuckling barbecue feasts

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Shout the crew

As they raise the Jolly Roger

And Jolly Roger complains

As the seagulls peck at his eyes

But this is what happens to

The English redcoat spies

And once we reach the edge

We will look over into the abyss

Before returning back to blighty

And giving the harbour wall

A Kiss.