’tain’t fair—out on the sea;
that’s where is tainted me,
I have been banned from merry bands
of folks on this ship that is sailing.

I’m there, out on the sea;
I’ve fared rather badly.
That’s because I got the vile vi-
rus, causing alarm
for those sailing.

Ship’s yar, but up to par
I ain’t, stuck in my room.
I face a virus bout,
and my cruise is doomed.

I’ll greet and kiss the shore
when I am there once more.
Happy I’ll be when I am free.
And never again I’ll go sailing.

This blows—of that no doubt;
I’m stuck here in this small room,
No treat, in fact a bore
is this; I’m getting sore.
Nasty is C-O-V-I-D.
No, never again I’ll go sailing.

No more sailing,
so long, sailing,
bye-bye, sailing.
Let me out, captain!