Celtic Sea

At the last minute everything was okay

We bought our tickets, we were on our way

It cost us six hundred and sixty-six Francs

But that didn't mean anything

On our way to Ireland on a French boat

And she had a Spanish captain

He welcomed us aboard and told us some jokes

We tried our best to laugh at them

He said, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

We can't have any women on here

Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know, don't you know

Truckers are like pirates, my dear"

He said not to worry, it was only a joke

And he showed us to our room

And as I was throwing my pack on the bed

A man came in behind you

Said, "Hey, little lassie, are you alone?

Do you need some company?"

Then he saw me and he turned to leave

Sayin' he was sorry

We closed our door and we locked it shut

And jumped up on our fluffy beds

Blankets and pillows were luxury to us,

We had twenty-four hours of them

The captain he knocked and he woke us up

He told us it was time to eat

There was cake, there were fries, there were all sorts of drinks

And then we looked out at the sea

The waves, the waves, the waves, they rose

Up, up thirty feet

Then down, down, down they'd go

And our stomachs started to sink

The captain, the captain, well he saved our lives

He gave us some tiny white pills

We went to sleep for the rest of the ride,

Woke up to the sight of green hills