Standard (EADGBE)

'Twas quite the inky black night

All the weather vanes were turning and the constable was burning out his light

When lo our anchors went down, barnacle bound

The men were up and churning yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground

And oh, the flames were as gold

I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum

What have I become? A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town

It's been a fortnight or two

The mutineers are plotting 'gainst the captain as I'm rotting in the goo

The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town

Were reconnoitering with blades and guns

The ale had started spilling yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone

And oh, the streets burned with gold

But oh, my bones were so cold

I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum

What have I become? A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town

I stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square

And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang

From some foul inebriates, some men I used to call my mates

Who were lost in song and this is what they sang

They sang, "Hey, heigh, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go!

Drinking till we all get sick and coming up with limericks

But we never quite remember how they end

I can see my childhood home, I think of my dear old mum

What have I become?

Repeat the chorus and that's it!