There came I day when I set out to sea
With a bottle of rum and a head full of cloud
The wind at my back, I was happy as can be
Rum in hand, head high and proud
Those early days brought summer weather
And ocean salt blew freely through my hair
Many sips of grog and I was light as a feather
Rollicking and roving without any care
Yet the innocent times were not to last
For dark tidings loomed beyond the breach
A powerful storm destroyed the ship’s mast
Foolish was I, grasping beyond my reach
From a watery grave let my tale unfold
N’er the rum make you a sailor bold
The Rum Ration 