Captain, if it's all the same to you let me ready a lifeboat
Sorry, son, though your heart may be true
You'd best get it stoutened or I'll run it through
Here's a sip to wash the wicked words back down your throat
I know my ship, my catch and my men and I know what you think you've seen
Captain, you may well take offense
But something has to be done nonetheless
Or it's off to Davy's Locker for the calm sea
Sir, it's angry
You're not listening
I saw a woman
I heard a bell
Captain, the rum welling up in your eyes will chase neither care nor curse
Nor will abstinence, son
For my fertile mind bore the ghost of the true love that I've left behind
And you'll make her haunt no lifeboat while I'm gone from her
I hear the peal of our wedding bells many miles away and months from now
Captain, if you can't but do well by a phantom future
You're destined to dwell and weep and gnash your teeth with all the rightly drowned
Sir, I'm fighting for a home on the Fiddler's Green, not for a woman who*e
Captain, the sea took your ship, catch, and men
Left you, me, and this lifeboat
Sorry, son, you're dead wrong again
I'll sail on with only the love you condemn
Having offered up your weak heart for a safe trip home