Now on deck, an old salty sailor such as I,
Spying through my crusty looking glass eye,
Across the vast ocean into the morning sky,
Riding the fast currents, as a bird I will fly,
My course into the horizon is set by the north star,
With the arrival of the morning tide, I set sail afar,
May King Neptune stand watch and set me free,
To roam his seas as he keeps a close eye on me.