Verse 1 Clack go the mugs on an oak-scarred bar, Foam spills over like spray from afar. We sail our stories through smoke and song, A harbor of laughter where all souls belong. Pre-Chorus O-oh, raise it high, feel the roar, O-oh, one more round, one more! Chorus (gang chant) Cheers!—to the wind and the weather, Cheers!—to the storms we survive. Hoist up the hope we tether, Clink!—let the night come alive. Verse 2 Fiddle sparks fire with a stomping beat, Boots on the floorboards, thunder and heat. Tales of the Kraken and treasure lost, We pay for the myth in rum’s sweet cost. Bridge (call-and-response) Heave ho!        | Heave ho! Blow the foam off the crow-black brew. | Heave ho! Sing low!        | Sing low! ‘Til the sun cracks the morning blue. | Sing low! Final Chorus Cheers!—let the glasses collide, Cheers!—may the good times abide. Storm or calm we’ll ride together, Cheers on the rising tide!