| Lyrics: | Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking
Take the wheel I think this ship is sinking
Jamaica seems so far and I've been thinking
Old Billy Bones has gone to sea and quit his
dockside drinking
Check it out, check it out, check it out
And when I'm dead
who'll fly the White Bird home
I'm not the ancient mariner your children know
And the
sea's the field these old jack tars have sown
`Cause Billy Bones just wants to know who'll fly
the White Bird home
Oh your majesty, your majesty
I heard the bosun cry
Old
Billy Bones has washed ashore
Upon a foreign tide |
