The Drunken Captain Near Campan Street our schooner sails, As we just got back from the old North Cape. Our decks being clear and ready for sea, When the drunken captain fell on a spree. He came on board, to us did say, "Heave your anchors up and fall away." We fell away at his command, With sails all set as we left the land. He cursed and swore, if the wind would blow, He would show was all how our ship would go. Down came a squall from the angry skies, She went right down and she would not rise. She went right down with our skylights in, Till our jib had parted all in the wind. We hauled them down but no one bent, Straight up to the captain then we went. We asked him if he would shorten sail, Or else he'd drown us all in the heavy gale. "I am captain here and ever shall be. I will shoot the first man that starts a sail." Up speaks one of our gallant band, "There's ten of us right here at hand. "We'll refer down to a steady steer, From the breaking waves we will then stand clear. "We'll refer down, to the sea we'll go, And if you refuse you'll be tied below" We are heading up to the white sea now, And she knocks the white foam from her bow. We are going home never more to sail, With a drunken captain in a heavy gale. There's a version of this on the net in the Leach collection, but I like this one a bit better.