From the recording A Ship With No Water
Lyrics
I'd not set my sights on a sail since last Sunday
That's something unnatural for a sailor ya see
So I asked an old man which way to the water
For I've got to get back to where a sailor should be
Oh lord, please hear my call, for a ship with no water is no ship at all
He said to me lad, ya better sit down and listen
I've somethin' ta tell ya you'll find grim I fear
You've been here since Sunday and it seems you've forgotten
But the fact is, ya see, ya can't get there from here
I asked the old man for a clear explanation
How could it be I can't get to the sea
Ya just died as a pirate and now you're in Hades
And as penance you'll live inland for eternity
t’was then I remembered the whole bloody story
My life as a scoundrel and all my foul deeds
I was hung from the yardarm by the British last Sunday
I guess ya pay in the end for the life that ya lead
This is hell for a brigand if there ever was one
No water, no women, no gold blood or rum
Old man it is torture without these to live
He says "that's the point lad, for ya get what ya give"