♫ The Captain howled "Heave ho, heave ho" And tied me up with sheets "A storm is brewing in the South," "It's time to go to sleep." His berth, it rocks, heave ho, heave ho The ocean gnashed and moaned Like Jonah we'll be swallowed whole And spat back teeth and bones He said, "Now hush love, here's your gown." "There's the bed, lanterns down." "But I don't want to go to sleep; in all my dreams, I drown." ♫