Procol Harum A Salty dog Letras:
(Brooker / Reid)

'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the
captain cry 'Explore the ship, replace the cook:
let no one leave alive!' Across the straits,
around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? A
twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left
alive

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We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships
come home to die No lofty peak, nor fortress bold,
could match our captain's eye Upon the seventh
seasick day we made our port of call A sand so
white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed
from ship to shore The captain cried, we sailors
wept: our tears were tears of joy Now many moons
and many Junes have passed since we made land A
salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own
hand
Letras: A Salty dog Procol Harum [final]