Salt fare, North Sea (repeats)
   Roll on, roll off
   With these words I drown
   Topmast secured
   Hatches battened down
   Sometimes I think
   It must be different on land
   But from the mast I can only see tyrants
   Still in command
   Fish and Chip supper
   Battered, no bones
   Hung, drawn and quoted
   And drifting alone
   One thousand lashes
   For the Age of Reason
   Salt for your wounds
   When the cod's in season
   Salt fare, North Sea (repeats)
   We reach the horizon
   And sail over the edge
   Drunk on our memories
   More sober than a judge
   I'm wasting time
   That I can't afford
   I know I'd die on the gallows
   Before I'd die of being bored
   Drifting along, drifting along (repeats)
   Salt fare, North Sea (repeats)