On de tall ship Rose, all de people they be happy.
C watch be first, de watch they call it nappy.
Here be one-hand Alix, her a-gigglin and a-squealin.
Next come pretty little Cheryl, still be de wind-scoop a-sealin.
Now look at dat boy Keith, all him hair fall off his head, come rest upon his chest.
Now we have Mr. Todd Van Gogh, a-smilin and a-smokin, him a big talk-fest.
But where dat Marco go? Why, him lookin for a windmill, and tulips on the sea.
B watch be dat shippy watch, a-sleepin all de time.
First come Dave him so very weak, need to eat mo slime.
And here be dat boy Abraham Lincoln James, a-checkin all his systems.
And dat be Jeremy him too short, who out his bunk be stickin.
And last come dat busy Bosun Jesse, tell you work party, what you work party do.
A watch they a-comin next, not sweatin none dem sleepless nights.
First dat ol man Scott, him a-pickin all day fights.
And here be Billy the Pirate, a-smackin him tabaccy pack somepin cruel.
Now here dat girl Toni, her a-wearin clothes for to go to Sunday school
(not dat we be complainin).
And finally dat young sweet Sophie, what language sil vous plait?
But where be dem officers of de good ship Rose?
Hunter down a-cookin, no can of Spam be forsooken.
Chris be breakin down dem big words for to help us understand.
And dere is Deborah, a-workin on her tan.
And poor John, always him a-partyin, and a-drinkin, and carousin, and just plain foolin around.
And dont be forgettin de good Captain of de shippen,
gonna catch him a fish (or what be smellin like a fish, oh, baby!)
Yessir, on de tall ship Rose, all de people they be happy!
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