Sailing I am sailing

I am sailing, I am sailing, cross the sea, cross the sea. Yes I am sailing, stormy waters, I am sailing, to be free. Ahoy there shipmates, this be our song methinks captain, as the HMS Repulse takes another bow full of sea water and hits another wave and passes out of the harbour here in the Azores and presses on to the south and the west toward the forbidden and dangerous oh so dangerous coastlines of Brazil and the seal people of the hunting kind. Oh yass there shipmates, there be lions in them jungles in Brazil.