There’s a skipper of square rigger fame
Jim Cottier, we proudly proclaim
Bewhiskered and weathered
He cannot be bettered
In the tallships leadership game.
Jim has a very fine crew
To him, they are loyal and true
Though a mischevious lot
When put on the spot
They’ll do what he tells them to do. |
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George is a talented mate
With too many skills to relate
His sextant’s a-blazing
His violin’s amazing
His deck streak was utterly great. |
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Winch is a man of great strength
His engine pumps out a foul stench
But his nature is sweet
He only eats meat
Have you seen what he does with his wrench? |
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Gareth’s a really good bloke
He likes a bit of a joke
“Droodle the peak
Nadge the yard a good tweak”
Anyone got something to smoke? |
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Purse is the lady with money
So don’t try anything funny
On this wild ocean cruise
She’s in charge of the booze
And we think she’s rather a honey! |
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Ali G’s our chef de cuisine
When it’s rough she’s oft’n to be seen
Buffetted and bruised
Burnt and abused
But she smiles, she’s calm and serene. |
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John’s medic and bosun, too
So if you’re feeling a little bit blue
He’ll cure you (or kill)
With the appropriate pill
And whip up the frayed ends of you. |
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Carl has a fine brain in his head
Though his shirt and his beard instil dread
He loves a good think
And will work out in a blink
The cube root of x, y and z. |
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Darren is rummaging again
Down in his secret domain
In the course of the trip
He’s replaced half the ship
But don’t ask him, please, to explain. |
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Miranda’s an absolute joy
She thinks she looks like a boy
But we know, don’t we chaps,
With that fine pair of baps
It’s only a bit of a ploy. |
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Emma’s a fun loving girl
Multi-talented, so versatile
She’s quite a hit
At shedding her kit
And doing a bit of a twirl. |
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Cath has a secret or two
When it comes to a great ship’s stew
Her baking’s so munchy
Her hedgehogs are crunchy
Please can we have seconds too? |
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Young Sam is amazingly fit
He climbs the mast lickety-spit
Six times on the trot
Without getting hot
And just for the sheer hell of it. |
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So this is the Soren’s A team
Who we hold in the highest esteem
Jim and his crew
To give them their due
Have made it all go like a dream. |