Now the Southern Ocean is a lonely place where the storms are many and the shelter scarce.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Over troubled waters and restless skies you can see that mollymauk rise and dive.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Won't you ride the wind and go white seabird? Ride the wind and go mollymauk.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Now the mollymauk glides on his great white wings and Lord what a lonesome song he sings.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
He's got no compass and he's got no gear and nobody knows how the mollymauk steers.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Won't you ride the wind and go white seabird? Ride the wind and go mollymauk.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
He's the ghost of a sailor, sure I've heard them say, whose body had sank and his soul flew away.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
He's got no haven and he's got no home, bound evermore to wheel and roam.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Won't you ride the wind and go white seabird? Ride the wind and go mollymauk.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
When I get too old I can sail no more, cast me loose far away from the shore.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Cast me loose and set me free, I'll keep that big bird company.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Won't you ride the wind and go white seabird? Ride the wind and go mollymauk.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.
Won't you ride the wind and go white seabird? Ride the wind and go mollymauk.
Count upon the Southern Ocean sailing down below Cape Horn.