The New Guy

About The New Guy

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Gather up all of the crew.
It’s time to ship out Bink’s brew.
Sea-wind blows.
To where? Who knows?
The waves will be are guide.

O’er across the ocean’s tide,
Rays of sunshine far and wide.
Birds they sing.
Of cheerful thing,
In circles passing by.

Bid farewell to weaver’s town,
Say so long to port renowned,
Sing a song,
It won’t be long,
Before we’re casting off.

Cross the gold and silver seas,
A salty spray puts us at ease,
Day and Night,
To our delight,
The voyage never ends.

Gather up all the crew,
It’s time to ship out Bink’s brew,
Pirates we,
Eternally,
Are challenging the sea.

With the waves to rest our heads,
Ship beneath us as our beds,
Hoisted high,
Upon the mast,
Our Jolly Roger flies.

Somewhere in the endless sky
Stormy winds are blowing wide,
Waves are dancing,
Evening comes,
It’s time to sound the drums.

But steady men, and never fear,
Tomorrow’s skies are always clear,
So clap your hand.