There was a sailor – set adrift
He was no longer captain of his ship
He would not listen to the calling of his crew
Treasure island, captain – dead ahead
Hard a’starboard was all he said
He) should've dropped his anchor ‘stead of making sai
He) should've run up a signal ‘stead of turning tail
He) should've made a landing ‘stead of running out his guns
Heave to my hearties – my story’s just begun
Now - I'm an old sea-dog like the hero of our song
I too never listened – for I was never wrong
A heart of oak had I – but it's driftwood now
I misunderstood a harbour light
for a ship just passing in the night.
I) should've dropped my anchor 'stead of making sail
I) should've run up a signal 'stead of turning tail
So when you find your treasure island - here's what you do
Heave to my hearties - heave to