FEISTY MAIDENS,TAVERN ALE

V
Sail a ship with polished brass
tall and strong up to the mast
An eagle eye where gulls fly
sailors farewell if we should die
V
Canons primed ready to fire
our foe like us battle tired
A broadside and this ship will blow
to ten thousand fathoms below
C
Feisty maidens,tavern ale
A penny whistles to dance too
For tomorrow their ship will sail
on the oceans wild and blue
( Repeat 4 linesl)

V Sailed the waves from a cabin lad
had masters brutal, some not bad
Swore when a master mariner
I'll treat my charges firm but fair

I try not to think of her
the one i miss and love so dear
B those green eyes and cascading hair
could drive a absent jack tar to despair

C

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde