Hold on to all Atlantic says,
Oh, hey, hold to me all
Now where did Frankie
learn his trade?
For he ran me down
with a three -reef mainsail
All around the horn
Atlantic on, said not from me
Away, ho, to me, ho
Yet better ask the cold North Sea
For he ran me down on their
old plain canvas,
all around the horn
The North Sea answered, he's my man,
oh hey ho to me ho
For he came to me when he began,
it's Frankie Drake
In an open coaster all around the sands
I caught him young and I used him sore
Away home to me home
So you never shall start
on Frankie Moor
Without capsizing earth
and all of our waters
All around the sands
I did not favour him at all
Away, oh, to me, oh
I made him poor and I
made him whole
And stand his trick with the common sailors
All around the sands
I froze him stiff and I fucked him blind
Oh, hey -o h to me, oh
And I kicked him home, his road to find
By what he could see in a three
-day snowstorm
All around the sands
I learned him his trade on winter nights
Oh, hey -o h to me, oh
Trix, Mardik, Fort, and Dunker glides
On a five -knot tide with a Ford Saffirium
All around the sands
Before his beard began to shoot,
oh, hey, oh, to me, oh
I showed him the length
of the Spaniard's foot
And I reckon he clapped the boot on it later
All around the Sand s
If there's a risk which you can make,
oh, hey, oh, to me, oh
That's worse than he was used to take
Nigh every week, in the
way of his business,
all around the sands
If there's a trick that you can try,
oh hey, oh to me, oh
Which he hasn't met in
time gone by
Not once, not twice,
but ten times over,
all around the sands
If you can teach him aught that's new,
I'll to me own
I'll give you Bruges and Newport too,
And the tentle churches that
stand between
And all around the horn
So storm along, gallant captains,
All around the horn.