She told me to be careful with her br She told me not to be so rough br But why did she fail to mention br How without her It'd be so tough? br br What’s worse than constant scrutiny? br Knowing that she’s feeling pain too br On my ship is only the stench of mutiny br And I wonder, can I stand against my crew? br br Sailing, Sailing, on top of a waterfall br Steering right towards danger br Towards the damn near biggest I ever saw br And right now I feel like a stranger br br So I unsheathe my cutlass br Awaiting the pending clangs br My crew may think I’m gutless br But bombs do go out with bangs br br Shiver me timbers and batten me hatches br Where did I happen to put me matches? br I can’t make an impact take all of them with me br If I can't rig this ship and explode now quite simply br br As they make their charge with a roar br I think of time past and days of yore br What did I do wrong again? It doesn’t matter now br I bid thee goodnight good sea, and leave with a bow br br (71205)br br Sean Furlongbr br