When I set sail On drunken waters The christened ship set forth Wine bottles crack the hull Mark well the day And mark the hour; The time I tried to die A good Hollywood death All the banners all said I was leaving And the colliery band played Adieu, England Oh, I'll sing for the sunken who wait on dry land Pirates patrol the ports of Yorkshire (Adieu, old England, Adieu) Tatooed masts and a red wine rorsache I saw sirens with rust tongues drowning Ploughing through pale blue oblivion Sing me a song for a sea-sick sailor One more pull for the port of Yorkshire