Captain Pat's Voyage of 2003

Oh, Captain Pat did hatch a plan,
Heave away salty sailors.
Drink some beer, loose your fear, drink some rum, we'll have fun,
For it's off to sea we go me boys.

With Captain Pat the ship set sail,
Heave away fearless crew mates.
Through the lightening, and the squall, and the Tickle they did pass
Bound for Trinity Bay or bust.

Well, Trinity Bay hove into view,
Heave a sigh of relief.
For the weather was so thick, and the crew was so sick,
That they all clung to the dock.

Does your ship 'go far' the hangashore asked,
Just go away Pat was thinking.
With a glint in his eye, Captain Pat did reply,
(spoken) I see, You pronounce it Gweefar,
It's a Gaelic name of mystery.

Oh, I know how the ship got it's name,
Heave away heavy drinkers.
When the ship wouldn't go, and the wind wouldn't blow,
Captain Pat cooked some pork and served with beans.

On the good ship called the passing wind
Heave her up sea sick sailors.
Oh you can't put a better bit of pork on your fork,
Captain Pork roast is his name.  Hu arrrrr.

Oh, disaster was at hand me boys,
Heave away thirsty sailors.
He had gin, he had tonic but a chronic lack of ice,
With the ice box bare a plan was required.

Then behold an iceberg hove into view,
Heave away sweaty sailors.
Captain Pat changed his course with a smile upon his face,
For his plan had crystallized.

Well, remember the Titanic was sunk by a berg,
Heave away sorry sailors.
Not deterred Captain Plucky in his little rubber ducky,
Did chop off a chunk and then ker plunk.

Well the berg came down and he went up,
Heave away airborne sailor.
Bigger than the boat which now wouldn't float,
Captain Pat joined the fish for a nice cool dip.

Oh, Captain Cook made a jolly fine chart,
Heave away fearless sailor.
There are rocks, and there are crocks and some sunkers too,
For the keel to feel and try to part.

Of rock the chart tries to advise,
Heave away careful sailors.
Full ahead cries the Captain we sail by feel,
And fear not there's plenty of paint on the keel.

Now Captain Pat he likes to sing,
Heave away music lovers.
All night long he goes on, wid da fuine Irish song,
Only stopping to quench his turst by gorra.

Oh a folly fine time was had by all,
On Pat's pleasure cruises.
He had crew, quite a few, which he all led astray,
For the best time of the year.

So heave her up and away we'll go,
Heave away Captain pork roast.
We're all bound for a far flung coast,
So heave her up and away we'll go.

Sung by Alasdair Black and Randy Gillespie