The Three Captains - Bodh'aktan

When we go back to sea, married men we all will be — hey!

Three jolly sailors they came ashore one day

In search of pretty damsels to marry and carry away

«We come from Nowhere Island where love is scarce and rare

Come on me merry boys, and we’ll find some maidens fair!»

Brunettes and blondes, we’ll miss not even one

Aweille!

We’ll try 'em, we’ll charm and mystify 'm

The small ones, the tall ons, we’ll court 'em one and all!

Life is too short for a man to miss the boat

And the ladies are too kind for a man to leave behind

We’ll take our courage by the hand

And row towards the promised land

When we go back to sea, married men we all will be!

The youngest of the three lost no time in making free

He went into an inn and he charmed the company

«A.

blacksmith’s son I am, I’ve a stomach like a pan

Without blinking an eye, I’ll drink the barrel dry»

The second jolly tar strong and stout he roamed afar

He searched the streets and squares for a maiden young and fair

«I am a soldier’s son, with my musket fife and gun

I’ll melt the hearts and drawers of ladies old and young!»

Brunettes and blondes, we’ll miss not even one

Aweille!

We’ll try 'em, we’ll charm and mystify 'em

The small ones, the tall ones, we’ll court 'em one and all!

Life is too short for a man to miss the boat

And the ladies are too kind for a man to leave behind

We’ll take our courage by the hand

And row towards the promised land

When we go back to sea, married men we all will be!

The last gallant sailor, he knew he could persuade 'er

If he found a pretty girl, he’d take her for a whirl

«Son of a fisherman, my rod is long and strong

I’ll catch the prettiest maiden, to marry and carry away!»

Brunettes and blondes, we’ll miss not even one

Aweille!

We’ll try 'em, we’ll charm and mystify 'em

The small ones, the tall ones, we’ll court 'em one and all!

Life is too short for a man to miss the boat

And the ladies are too kind for a man to leave behind

We’ll take our courage by the hand

And row towards the promised land

When we go back to sea, married men we all will be!