Bob Watson

Now the southern ocean is a lonely place
The storms are many and the shelters scarce.
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn
Over troubled waters, under restless skies
You'll see that Mollymauk rise and dive
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn

  Won't you ride the wind and go white sea bird
  Ride the wind and go Mollymauk
  Down upon the southern ocean sailing, Down below Cape Horn

Now the mollymauk glides on them great white wings
And Lord what a lonely song he sings
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn
He's got no compass and he's got no gear
There's nobody knows where the mollymauk steers
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn

He's the ghost of a sailor so I've heard say
His body it sank and his soul flew away
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn
He's got no haven and he's got no home
Bound evermore to wheel and roam
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn

When I gets too old and can sail no more
Set me adrift far away from shore
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn
You can cast me loose you can set me free
I'll keep that big bird company
  Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below Cape Horn