I hope ye lads be sound asleep
In yer bunks above the deep
I hope yer dreams be nice 'n' dry
Warm 'n' comfy ye best lie
Fer I, a sailor lost at sea
Who down below the waves now be
I slipped and tumbled overboard
Me screams fer help ye just ignored
To halt 'n' turn yer ship around
So that yer matey might be found
Was not yer first priority
Ye left me floatin' there at sea
To halt 'n' turn yer ship around
So that yer matey might be found
Was not yer first priority
I sank, I sank into the sea
Where I lie, there be no light
Deep down here in an endless night
Where fish, they pick me scurvy bones
But at least I'm not alone
A thousand sailors restless lie
'Cause Davey Jones won't let us die
You say that with the fish we sleep
But there's no sleeping in the deep
No one to save our mortal souls
We're trapped inside this watery hole
Oh how I wish, I'm hoping so
One day we'll meet here, down below
No one to save our mortal souls
We're trapped inside this watery hole
Oh I wish, I'm hoping so
One day we'll meet here down below
No one to save yer mortal soul
We'll be trapped inside
This drowned waltz
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