Do you want to know my dad’s favourite shanty?
Drunken sailor
Not that he was ever one himself
A sailor I mean
He’s always been a bit of a romantic
Collecting ships in bottles
Sipping overproof rum in his armchair
Reading pirate novels
In another life he probably would’ve joined the navy
But he wanted to start a family instead
He set me off on a rum voyage
We sail together every month
Raising bottles of Bajan beauty
Swigging Jamaican gold
Warming our guts with Martinique sunshine
When he’s not around anymore
I’ll take my own boy sailing
And we’ll keep the family tradition alive
The Rum Ration 