Adieu, England

When I set sail
On drunken waters
The christened ship set forth
Wine bottles crack the hull.
Mark well the day
And mark the hour;
The time I tried to die
A good Hollywood death.

All the banners all said I was leaving
And the colliery band played Adieu, England
Oh, I’ll sing for the sunken who wait on dry land.

Pirates patrol the ports of Yorkshire
(Adieu, old England, Adieu)
Tatooed masts and a red wine rorsache
I saw sirens with rust tongues drowning
Ploughing through pale blue oblivion
Sing me a song for a sea-sick sailor
One more pull for the port of Yorkshire