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  • Take the wheel,
    I hear the timbers creakin'
    Take the wheel,
    I think this ship is sinkin'
    Jamaica seems so far and
    I've been thinkin'
    Old Billy
    Bones has gone to sea
    And quit his dockside drinkin'
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    And when I'm dead, who'll fly the white bird home?
    I'm not the ancient mariner, your children know
    And the sea's, the field, these old jack tars have sown'
    Cause Billy
    Bones just wants to know
    Who'll fly the white bird home?
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
    Your majesty, your majesty
    I heard the bosun cry
    Old Billy
    Bones has washed ashore
    Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide
    Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide
    Check it out, babe, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
    Majesty, your majesty
    I heard the bosun cry
    Old Billy
    Bones has washed ashore
    Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide
    Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide
    Check it out, babe, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out
  • Take the wheel,
    I hear the timbers creakin'
    Take the wheel,
    I think this ship is sinkin'
    Jamaica seems so far and
    I've been thinkin'
    Old Billy
    Bones has gone to sea
    And quit his dockside drinkin'
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    And when I'm dead, who'll fly the white bird home?
    I'm not the ancient mariner, your children know
    And the sea's, the field, these old jack tars have sown'
    Cause Billy
    Bones just wants to know
    Who'll fly the white bird home?
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
    Your majesty, your majesty
    I heard the bosun cry
    Old Billy
    Bones has washed ashore
    Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide
    Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide
    Check it out, babe, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
    Majesty, your majesty
    I heard the bosun cry
    Old Billy
    Bones has washed ashore
    Upon a foreign tide, tide, tide
    Tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide, tide
    Check it out, babe, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out, check it out, check it out
    Check it out