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We ain't seen land for 30 months
The water's running dry
The Captain's drunk, stoned in his bunk
I seen the bosun gettin' high
My mouth's so dry from the rum
that came from a bottle now long gone
St Christopher, if you hear this now,
Give us hope to carry on

Oh, sail on
Give us hope to carry on.
Oh, sail on, sail on.

The Albatross flew across the bow
Below deck the captain roared
Bring me my gun
I want Opium
Stoned he shot the bird
When the wind died down the only sound
Was the whisper of his dying words
Beware don't stare at the Marie Celeste
This quest of ours is cursed
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Oh, sail on
This quest of ours is cursed.
Sail on, sail on.
This quest of ours is cursed.

The full moon light burned bright as fire
As fever gripped the crew
To the east Ahab's screams
Split the winding sheets in two
And to the west six silouettes
Hung sailors now long gone
We prayed that night that in the morning light
We'd all be blown to kingdom come
Rue the day you looked on that sad, sick face of me
Rue the day. Sail on!

Just as we started sinking
The harbour lights came on
Arms of angels carried us
From the rocks that we broke upon
As we swam into the still waters
The band began to play
I heard again that sweet refrain
Lord O happy day

Its gonna be alright