Upon The My-O-My

The decks were stacked

The wind blew low

The wind blew high

The stakes were low

The stakes were high



Upon the My-O-My

Hands low, hands high

Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi

Hands low, hands high

Upon the My-O-My



How was I to know she was so shy?

Upon the My-O-My

Across the light, across the night

You can hear the Captain's cry



Hands low, hands high

Upon the My-O-My

Got to make her roll, got to make her fly

Upon the My-O-My



Now tell me, good Captain

How does it feel

To be driven away from your own steering wheel?

Upon the My-O-My