…en la valla…

So we said goodbye to Barcelona,
well with a bunch of brandfire new strings in her hand.
Oh we all know, and we all knew the crew know.
Oh that the captain’s gin bottle rarely left his hand.
Message broke on the(?) wireless.
Was a storm force warning numbered gail 9.
When the crew brought the hymn books and stood around us
and we sang our hearts all night Auld Lang Syne.
Oh there where many of us here when we started.
But the numbers they have dwindled one by one.
Oh now some have left and some been carried from here
but I guess we’re here until this job is done.

So we said goodby to Barcelona.
Oh with the Flotsam and Jetsam floating way behind.
Yeah and seagulls with their fish follow an jumping,
and you can almost hear the singing of those sirens.
So we said goodbye to friends with friendship,
with a hug’n'kiss and misty in their eyes.
And now I’m here back home with my kin’n'kingship,
I say a prayer for those at sea and I know why.