We sailed on the good ship Venus
Yet no one will now believes us?
That the Figurehead, was of a lady in bed,
Sucking a six-foot penis!

For the captainís name was Morgan,
A bearded giant, and an awful sight,
Who sat all night, by candle-light,
Playing his sexual organ!

His daughter was young Laura Mable,
Whom Morgan drugged, so she was able,
To give all the crew, their daily screw,
Upon the kitchen table!

Captainsí First Mate was Carter.
Who was also a first-class farter!
When winds would not blow and the ship would not go.
Carter earned extra pay as a starter!

So on thru storms doth Venus sail,
Until the African coast we trail,
Anchored then are we offshore
When a native chief demands a whore!

His daughter Laura now: torn and used,
The Captain trades her for a pittance.
Another tribe, she can now amuse,
Weíve had our fill, so Ö good riddance!

Scrub the deck - then set the sail:
Rub the barrel ñ pull the ton,
From Plymouth do I hail!
Yoh, Ho, Ho: And a bottle of rum!