by Alan Doyle, 2010

I’ll sing you a song, it’s a song of the sea
Row, me bully boys, row
Oh, I’ll sing you a song if you’ll sing it with me
And it’s row, me bully boys, row

And it’s row, me bully boys, we’re in a hurry, boys
We got a long way to go
And we’ll sing and we’ll dance and bid farewell to France
And it’s row, me bully boys, row

While the first mate is playing the captain aboard
Row, me bully boys, row
He looks like a peacock with pistols and sword
And it’s row, me bully boys, row

The captain likes whiskey, the mate, he likes rum
Row, me bully boys, row
Us sailors like both but we can’t get us none
And it’s row, me bully boys, row

Well, farewell my love, it is time for to roam
Row, me bully boys, row
The old blue peters are calling us home
And it’s row, me bully boys, row

[Chorus x2]

By The Longest Johns 2013

Note: This song’s ‘chorus’ changes every iteration

Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land
And I paddle away from brave England’s white sands
To search for my long ago forgotten friends
To search for the place I hear all sailors end

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind
I’ll search without sleeping ’til peace I can find
I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones in the ocean forever will be

Plot a course to the night, to a place I once knew
To a place where my hope died along with my crew
So I swallow my grief and face life’s final test
To find promise of peace and the solace of rest

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my ears
Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers
My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones in the ocean forever will be

When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand
I shed a small tear for my home upon land
Though their eyes speak of deaths filled with struggle and strife
Their smiles below say I don’t owe them my life

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes
And my boat listed over and tried to capsize
I’m this far from drowning, this far from the sea
I remember the living, do they think of me?
When my bones in the ocean forever will be

Now that I’m staring down at the darkest abyss
I’m not sure what I want, but I don’t think it’s this
As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on
I make sail for the dawn ’til the darkness has gone

As the souls of the dead live fore’er in my mind
As I live all the years that they left me behind
I’ll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea
I remember the fallen and they think of me
For our souls in the ocean together will be

I remember the fallen and they think of me
for our souls in the ocean together will be

From Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End 2007

The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours, and by the powers
Where we will, we’ll roam

Yo ho, all hands
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die

Yo ho, haul together
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die

Some men have died and some are alive
And others sail on the sea
With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay
We lay to Fiddler’s Green

The bell has been raised from its watery grave
Do you hear its sepulchral tone?
We’re a call to all, pay heed to the squall
And turn your sail toward home

by The Dreadnoughts 2019

From France, we get the Brandy
From Martinique, the rum
Sweet red Cabernet from Italy does come
But the fairest of ’em all, me boys
The one to beat the day
Is made from apples
Up the mighty Saguenay

So, follow me lads
‘Cause this ain’t no grog or ale
One pint down, you’ll be swingin’ in the gale
Five pints bully, you’ll be shakin’ in your shoes
We’re half-seas-over on the Joli Rouge

She’s called The Dreadnought cider
She’s proper and she’s fine
And when the day is over, sure, I wish that she were mine
Or in the dark of winter, or on a summer’s eve
Oh, one hand giveth and the other doth receive

So, turn your sails over
And bring her hard to port
Find that little star and fly
Straight into the north
The wild sun upon your back
The wind a-blowing free
You’re rolling up the river boys
To old Chicoutimi

See, you can have the Mangers
And pour it over ice
Or you can have a Strong-bow
If it’s sadness that you like
Or join us up the river
And we’ll set your heart aglow
And how you’ll feel when the real
Cider starts to flow

[Chorus x2]