Druken Sailor

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