Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea      Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea      Roll on, roll off   With these words I drown   Topmast secured   Hatches battened down      Sometimes I think   It must be different on land   But from the mast I can only see tyrants   Still in command      Fish and chip supper   Battered, no bones   Hung, drawn and quoted   And drifting alone      One thousand lashes   For the age of reason   Salt for your wounds   When the cod's in season      Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea      Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea      We reach the horizon   And sail over the edge   Drunk on our memories   More sober than a judge      I'm wasting time   That I can't afford   I know I'd die on the gallows   Before I'd die of being bored      Drifting along, drifting along   Drifting along, drifting along      Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea      Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea      Salt fare, North Sea   Salt fare, North Sea