Round robin, round 
We were all hypnotized by the sound 
Of his tales from the old country 
Told for a pint and a pound 

Stories of battles at sea 
From a voice that could shake down the trees 
And the face of an angel 
All battered by grand tragedy 

Raise your glass in the air 
With a tear in your eye 
Time [bad word] now to bid him goodbye 
For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died
Let him live on in legend tonight. 

No soul shared his name 
And he sought neither fortune nor fame 
But this old dusty tavern is kingdom 
O’er which he would reign 

Not a chapter of life he forgot 
And the [bad word] of it all mattered not 
For adventure and grandeur and rapture 
We’d feast on the lot 

Raise your glass in the air 
With a tear in your eye 
Time [bad word] now to bid him goodbye 
For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died
Let him live on in legend tonight. 

The stars will shine brightly 
No more in the sky 
They’ve lost their best sailor to guide 
For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died
Let him live on in legend tonight