. If I'm going under I'll fight for survival. I can't stand it, I won't fake it. I wanna walk in fields of gold. I can't stand it, I won't take this. Living life in a * sailors grave
may float. And every Queen's ship that we pass by. There I'll inquire for my sailor boy". They had not sailed long upon the deep. When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet. "You sailors all, pray