The Old Captain -

Round robin, round

We were all hypnotized by the sound

Of his tales from the old country

Told for a pint and a pound

Stories of battles at sea

From a voice that could shake down the trees

And the face of an angel

All battered by grand tragedy

Raise your glass in the air

With a tear in your eye

Time has come now to bid him goodbye

For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died

Let him live on in legend tonight.

No soul shared his name

And he sought neither fortune nor fame

But this old dusty tavern is kingdom

O’er which he would reign

Not a chapter of life he forgot

And the truth of it all mattered not

For adventure and grandeur and rapture

We’d feast on the lot

Raise your glass in the air

With a tear in your eye

Time has come now to bid him goodbye

For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died

Let him live on in legend tonight.

(All togetha!)

Raise your glass in the air

With a tear in your eye

Time has come now to bid him goodbye

For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died

Let him live on in legend tonight.

Raise your glass in the air

With a tear in your eye

Time has come now to bid him goodbye

For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died

Let him live on in legend tonight.

The stars will shine brightly

No more in the sky

They’ve lost their best sailor to guide

For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died

Let him live on in legend tonight