Oh, the tide rolls out from Kingsbridge town, And the Redshank Pirates roam. Three old salts with hearts still bold, And the sea their second home. Chorus: Heave away, lads, heave away, Phil, Roger, Norman lead the way. Raise the sail and drink your rum, Redshank Pirates never succumb. Phil the admiral stands so proud, With a voice that cuts the gale. He’s steered more ships than stars in sky, And still loves a well‑trimmed sail. Roger laughs at every squall, A seasoned sailor through and through. He’ll fix a rope, tell a joke, And steady any crew. Old Norman hums a memory tune, Of voyages long since passed. But give him a deck and a salty breeze, And he’s young again at last. Chorus: Heave away, lads, heave away, Phil, Roger, Norman lead the way. Raise the sail and drink your rum, Redshank Pirates never succumb.
