Sunken man rests on the seabed.
He's all wet and looks plenty dead.
Sunk in main, and the fish swim past;
All were lost when the ship sank fast,
Sunken men.

They got caught in a bad storm track,
Tall masts crackin' and sails went slack.
Sunken man will be a crab's snack.
All those seamen PFDs lacking.
All gone, all gone.

Sunken men rest on the seabed.
They're all dead and they're looking bled.
Saline main bleaches you and fast;
All were lost when they lost the mast,
Sunken men.

Biggest swells had turned the ocean brown.
They can't go back and can't turn around.
There with cod, they're swimming as they drown.
All those seamen PFDs lacking.
All gone, all gone.