[Verse 1] She’s patched with oak and hope and tar, We built her true, we built her far, She leaks a bit, but that’s her charm— The Going Acorn sails! Her sails are stitched from grain sacks old, Her bell rings loud though made of gold, (Well—painted gold, if truth be told!) The Going Acorn sails! [Chorus – Crew in unison, stomping beat] Heave, me boys, and trim her line, The Going Acorn sails just fine! Through storm or calm, through salt and brine— The Going Acorn sails! [Verse 2] Her compass spins, her rudder squeaks, Her cabin leaks in seven leaks, She lists to port when the captain speaks— But still she sails on true! The gator naps upon the bow, The crew all laughs, we’re sailing now, If sense was needed, none knows how— But onward, through the blue! [Chorus – Louder and faster] Heave, me boys, and trim her line, The Going Acorn sails just fine! She’ll find her course, she’ll take her time— The Going Acorn sails! [Verse 3] We’ve braved the fog and struck the shoal, We’ve patched her hull with heart and soul, And if she sinks, we’ll row the bowl— The Going Acorn sails! She’s carried mead, and carried song, And every fool who tags along, She’s never right, but never wrong— The Going Acorn sails! [Bridge – Half sung, half laughter between lines] Oh, the Captain swears she’ll hold the tide, (“She’s held it once, she’ll hold it twice!”) The crew all cheers, though half still hide— The Acorn’s bound for glory! [Chorus – Full crew, with handclaps and stomp rhythm] Heave, me boys, and trim her line, The Going Acorn sails just fine! No finer ship you’ll ever find— The Going Acorn sails! [Verse 4 – Reflective tone, then back to humor] When winds grow soft and stars all gleam, We’ll toast the ship that held our dream, For though she leaks, she still redeems— The Going Acorn sails. And if someday she meets her rest, We’ll build anew, by skill or jest, For every voyage needs its nest— And ours will rise again! [Final Chorus – Crew harmony with laughter and pride] Heave, me boys, and trim her line, The Going Acorn sails divine! She’s half a wreck and twice as fine— The Going Acorn sails! (Outro – slow, proud chant as the sea fades out) Oh she creaks and groans, but she still prevails, The Going Acorn sails!
