Billy Bones and the White Bird
Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking
Take the wheel I think this ship is sinking
Jamaica seems so far and Ive 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 Im dead wholl fly the White Bird home?
Im not the ancient mariner your children know
And the seas the field these old jack tars have sown
Cause Billy Bones just wants to know
Wholl fly the White Bird home
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out,
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out, Check it out
Oh Your majesty, your majesty
I heard the bosun cry
Old Billy Bones has washed ashore
Upon a foreign tide tide tide tide
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out,
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out, Check it out
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out,
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out, Check it out
Oh Your majesty, your majesty
I heard the bosun cry
Old Billy Bones has washed ashore
Upon a foreign tide tide tide tide tide tide tide tide
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out,
Check it out, Check it out, Check it out, Check it out
