文本歌词

The Old Superb - Peter Dawson
The wind was rising easterly the morning sky was blue
The straits before us opened wide and free
We looked towards the admiral where high the peter flew
And all our hearts were dancing like the sea
The french are gone to martinique with four and twenty sail
The old superb is old and foul and slow
But the french are gone to martinique and nelson's on the trail
And where he goes the old superb must go
So westward ho for trinidad and eastward ho for spain
And ship ahoy a hundred times a day
Round the world if need be and round the world again
With a lame duck lagging all the way
The old superb was barnacled and green as grass below
Her sticks were only fit for stirring grog
The pride of all her midshipmen was silent long ago
And long ago they ceased to heave the log
Four year out from home she was and ne'er a week in port
And nothing save the guns aboard her bright
But captain keats he knew the game and swore to share the sport
For he never yet came in too late too fight
So westward ho for trinidad and eastward ho for spain
And ship ahoy a hundred times a day
Round the world if need be and round the world again
With a lame duck lagging all the way
Now up my lads the captain cried for sure the case were hard
If longest out were frst to fall behind
Aloft aloft with studding sails and lash them to the yard
For night and day the trades are driving blind
So all day long and all day long behind the fleet we crept
And how we fretted non but nelson guessed
But every night the old superb she sailed when others slept
Till we ran the french to earth with all the rest
O 'twas westward ho for trinidad and eastward ho for spain
And ship ahoy a hundred times a day
Round the world if need be and round the world again
With a lame duck lagging lagging all the way