Avast! They're leaving town two by two,   As the rain pours down and we're all soaked through   And as they march away, two by two,   It's like we need an ark for the rest of us      So I'll cut my hair short    And I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn    If it hadn't rained so much that the   Seven hills became seven seas   And I'll sail my house from Broomhill to Walkley      Pretty Polly is a pigeon, she's got a gammy leg and she'll eat anything   I've got an eye patch with a hole in cos I don't need to navigate by stars - I use the road signs and the Arts Tower   Still the rains come      So I'll cut my hair short    And I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn    If it hadn't rained so much that the   Seven hills became seven seas   And I'll sail my house from Crookes to Don Valley      You can be my cabin boy and I can be your long lost pal   I can call you Eddie, and Eddie when you call me you can call me Captain      So I'll cut my hair short    And I'll make a flag from an old black dress that I'd have worn    If it hadn't rained so much that the   Seven hills became seven seas   And I'll sail my house from Fulwood to High Green