Captain Morgan

Not a bench, but a ship, does Captain Morgan sail,
Not a doubt in his mind, no fear that he'll fail,
Not passers-by but crew-men he sees as they pass,
It matters not to the Captain, bold as brass.

The good will of men keep the sails full and true,
Pieces of eight and into the deep deep blue,
He retakes his post at the bow of the boat,
Mr Joe Public turns away as he gloats.

A voyage to where they may ask but not care,
For they venture North where others wont dare,
First Shipmate Lamb will be along in a while,
And they'll sail together with nothing more than a smile,

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.