Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking
Take the wheel I think this ship is sinking
Jamaica seems so far and I´ve been thinking
Old Billy Bones has gone to sea and quit his dockside drinking

Check it out, check it out, check it out

And when I´m dead who´ll fly the White Bird home
I´m not the ancient mariner your children know
And the sea´s the field these old jack tars have sown
`Cause Billy Bones just wants to know who´ll fly the White Bird home

Oh your majesty, your majesty
I heard the bosun cry
Old Billy Bones has washed ashore
Upon a foreign tide