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