I'm marchin' inland from the shore
Over me shoulder I'm carryin' an oar
When someone asks me "What is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more
Lord Nelson knew the perfect way to cure your mal-de-mere
And if you pay attention, his secret I will share
To any sea-sick sailor he'd give this advice for free
If you're feeling sea-sick, sit underneath a tree
Columbus he set sail to find out if the world was round
He kept on sailing west until he ran aground
He thought he'd found the Indies, but he found the U.S.A.
I know some navigators who can still do that today
Drake is in his hammock, and a thousand miles away
Grenville's Revenge is at the bottom of the bay
Manys the famous sailor never came home from the sea
Just take my advice, Jack, come and follow me
So, sailor take a warnin' from these men of high renown
When you leave the ocean and it's time to settle down
Never cast your anchor less than ninety miles from shore
There'll always be temptation to be off to sea once more
