# We y, boys We sail tonight for Singapore, take your blankets from the floor Wash your mouth out by the door, the whole town's made of iron ore Every witness turns to steam, they all become Italian dreams Fill your pockets up with earth, get yourself a dollar's worth Away boys away boys, heave away The captain is a one-armed dwarf, he's throwing dice along the wharf In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King So take this ring We sail tonight for Singapore, we're all as mad as hatter (chordiearchive.chordie.com)