We set sail from port on a glorious morning
With the wind and the Sun at our backs
A diligent crew had answered my calling
Handsome men with beautiful necks
When all of a sudden the sky turned black
And a cruel mist chilled me to the bone
And I got a dark feeling in the pit of my stomach
That some of us wouldn't make it home...
Hold fast! Hold fast! Put wax in my mouth and tie me to the mast!
Hold fast! Hold fast! I'm not that hungry but I know it won't last
Hold fast! Hold fast! Oh I wish that my will was up the task!
Hold fast! Hold fast! I'm not that hungry but I know it won't last
The isolate seas make my gut so queasy
My mouth is dry and I'm sure my temples will burst
Oh! The salty air disagrees with me!
An ocean of wine couldn't slake this thirst!
I see shadows flee as the night turns to pitch
Illuminated pale skin by the light of the moon
My teeth start to itch, my eyes start to twitch
I think I shall escort the first mate to his room...
Hold fast! Hold fast! Put wax in my mouth and tie me to the mast!
Hold fast! Hold fast! I'm not that hungry but I know it won't last
Hold fast! Hold fast! Oh I wish that my will was up the task!
Hold fast! Hold fast! I'm not that hungry but I know it won't last
The numbers of our crew are rapidly declining
Superstition has become captain of the ship
This seasickness cannot put a stop to my dining
And I've heard that Whitby is well worth the trip
Hold fast!!
Hold fast!!
Hold fast!!
Hold fast!!
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