The Curse - The Longest Johns

A young boy I was, barely out of my home

I stepped to the world with a meaning to roam

I signed with a captain who promised me gold

And adventure to quicken the heart of the bold

For fourteen odd years I did struggle alone

For the cause I worked my fingers down to the bone

Saw naught but the scuppers, saw naught of my pay

Then was cast off and sent on my way

A curse upon you!

Sorrow fall thick and fast!

Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!

May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole

And fore’er ne’er forget what you stole!

I found me some cohorts, the bravest and true

No captain was prouder to call such men crew

They could rally a cry and the battle was won

I’d face off a cannon if they but looked on

The mutinous dogs bound my hands while I slept

Swapped their honour for treasures and gold that we kept

Threw me over the side with all kindness I’d shown

Now I vow to sail always alone

A curse upon you!

Sorrow fall thick and fast!

Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!

May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole

And fore’er ne’er forget what you stole!

I met a fair maiden one round upon shore

I fell for her smile as I’d ne’er done before

I pledged her my world for as long as I lived

I’d have offered her more if I had more to give

My pockets she emptied, still I offered the rest

She obliged and then ripped out the heart from my chest

She sent me adrift, free to float to world’s end

With a bottle as my only friend

A curse upon you!

Sorrow fall thick and fast!

Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!

May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole

And fore’er ne’er forget what you stole!

Now maybe there’s some of you wondering hence

Not all parts of my life fit together with sense

If these are your thoughts, allow me to explain

Listen close now for I will not say it again

I curse you yourself with the doubts that you’ve shown!

For this is my life and I made it my own

Walk a path and you’ll have your own stories in time

Till that day, I shall drink just to mine

A curse upon you!

Sorrow fall thick and fast!

Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!

May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole

And fore’er ne’er forget what you stole!