Come gather, ye sailors, for a rowdy, salt-soaked night,

With My Druthers and Sharks Come Cruisin’ to lift your spirits bright!

My Druthers

Oh, My Druthers be a hearty New London crew,

With voices that ring like the wind blowing true.

They gather ’round the mast with a stomp and a cheer,

Singing tales of the coast and the cold frothing beer.

With harmonies bold and a spirit unbent,

They’ll lift ye up higher than canvas or tent.

So raise up the chorus and answer their call—

For My Druthers be sailors who give it their all!

Sharks Come Cruisin’

Oh, the Sharks Come Cruisin out o’ old Providence town,

With a stomp o’ the deck and the pints passed ’round.

They sing o’ the storms and the sailors o’ yore,

’Til the whole crew is roarin’ like waves on the shore.

With a heave and a ho and the concertina’s cry,

They’ll lift ye up high as the gulls in the sky.

So haul up yer chorus and shout with good cheer,

For the Sharks Come Cruisin bring the salt and the beer!