TESTO DEL LIED

"The Golden Ray"
di B. Martin

O, hark ye lubbers, in a far-off sea,
There's a beautiful land-locked bay,
Where the wind sings soft
And they never go aloft,
Nor are drench'd with driving spray,
Nor are drench'd with driving spray.
On the shores of that bay in the Indian sea
Where the sun burns hot all day,
The water at night
Shines phosphorus bright,
But a sailor can't spend his pay,
But a sailor can't spend his pay.
Yet 'twas in this bay of a land-locked sea
That the crew of the Golden Ray
Was fought and beaten,
Then cooked and eaten
By pirates from Malay,
By pirates from Malay.
O, hark, ye lubbers that put to sea,
For the treasures of far Cathay,
If ye stay in port
Ye'll never be caught,
Like the crew of the Golden Ray,
Like the crew of the Golden Ray.