I am a young mariner headed to war
I'm thinkin' 'bout my family and what it was for
There's water on the wood and the sails feel good
And when I get to shore I hope that I can kill good
My father was a sailor named Captain Kennedy
I saw him in Nassau in ninteen seventy one
His strength was failin' but he still ran a run
He worked 'til his fingers wore to the bone
To buy that wooden schooner and sail on his own
He was known in the islands as hundred foot iron