Standard (EADGBE)
'Twas quite the inky black night
All the weather vanes were turning and the constable was burning out his light
When lo our anchors went down, barnacle bound
The men were up and churning yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
And oh, the flames were as gold
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become? A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town
It's been a fortnight or two
The mutineers are plotting 'gainst the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town
Were reconnoitering with blades and guns
The ale had started spilling yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
And oh, the streets burned with gold
But oh, my bones were so cold
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
What have I become? A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town
I stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
From some foul inebriates, some men I used to call my mates
Who were lost in song and this is what they sang
They sang, "Hey, heigh, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go!
Drinking till we all get sick and coming up with limericks
But we never quite remember how they end
I can see my childhood home, I think of my dear old mum
What have I become?
Repeat the chorus and that's it!