Cross the Ocean
๐ต 1583 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:57 duration
๐ ID: 10244552
๐ Lyrics
Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
I got a press gang looking after me
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
By then we'll be a league away to sea
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Asway about the spray and windy through the day
Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
That's if we don't die upon the way
Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do
But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark
He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning
What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
I'm still alive and I survived so many years later
As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be
Full sails, bounding on the briney
Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew
He has the skill to gut the king
and feed him to the crew
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority
(Repeat)
I got a press gang looking after me
I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
By then we'll be a league away to sea
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Asway about the spray and windy through the day
Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
That's if we don't die upon the way
Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do
But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark
He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning
What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
I'm still alive and I survived so many years later
As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be
Full sails, bounding on the briney
Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew
He has the skill to gut the king
and feed him to the crew
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority
Full sails, bouncing on the briney
Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
We are sailing from our homeland
'Cross the ocean, on the sea
For whatever reasons be
We question all authority
(Repeat)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.72] Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning
[00:23.41] I got a press gang looking after me
[00:26.19] I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
[00:28.81] By then we'll be a league away to sea
[00:31.63] Full sails, bouncing on the briney
[00:34.37] Asway about the spray and windy through the day
[00:37.05] Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
[00:39.72] That's if we don't die upon the way
[00:42.42] Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
[00:47.88] The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do
[00:48.79] But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark
[00:50.60] He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
[00:58.73] Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning
[01:01.46] What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
[01:03.26] I'm still alive and I survived so many years later
[01:05.99] As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be
[01:08.72] Full sails, bounding on the briney
[01:11.48] Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
[01:14.18] Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
[01:16.86] Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
[01:18.74] I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
[01:22.33] And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
[01:25.04] My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew
[01:27.77] He has the skill to gut the king
[01:29.55] and feed him to the crew
[01:30.49] We are sailing from our homeland
[01:34.98] 'Cross the ocean, on the sea
[01:40.43] For whatever reasons be
[01:44.96] We question all authority
[01:55.70] Full sails, bouncing on the briney
[01:59.37] Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
[02:02.08] Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
[02:04.71] Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
[02:06.57] We are sailing from our homeland
[02:11.10] 'Cross the ocean, on the sea
[02:16.55] For whatever reasons be
[02:21.95] We question all authority
[02:25.55] (Repeat)
[02:29.17]
[00:23.41] I got a press gang looking after me
[00:26.19] I'll awaken sometime on the morrow
[00:28.81] By then we'll be a league away to sea
[00:31.63] Full sails, bouncing on the briney
[00:34.37] Asway about the spray and windy through the day
[00:37.05] Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making
[00:39.72] That's if we don't die upon the way
[00:42.42] Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea
[00:47.88] The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do
[00:48.79] But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark
[00:50.60] He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks
[00:58.73] Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning
[01:01.46] What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea
[01:03.26] I'm still alive and I survived so many years later
[01:05.99] As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be
[01:08.72] Full sails, bounding on the briney
[01:11.48] Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
[01:14.18] Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
[01:16.86] Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
[01:18.74] I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea
[01:22.33] And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do
[01:25.04] My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew
[01:27.77] He has the skill to gut the king
[01:29.55] and feed him to the crew
[01:30.49] We are sailing from our homeland
[01:34.98] 'Cross the ocean, on the sea
[01:40.43] For whatever reasons be
[01:44.96] We question all authority
[01:55.70] Full sails, bouncing on the briney
[01:59.37] Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s
[02:02.08] Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken
[02:04.71] Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war.
[02:06.57] We are sailing from our homeland
[02:11.10] 'Cross the ocean, on the sea
[02:16.55] For whatever reasons be
[02:21.95] We question all authority
[02:25.55] (Repeat)
[02:29.17]