Into the local pub we go,
Many of us meet there
And we sing,
Sing sea shanties,
The sea shanties of old.
Singing of the sea
And the hauling of ropes
And drunken sailors.
An afternoon full of fun,
Full of fun, laughter and song.
We meet twice a month
And sing our hearts out.
The beauty of singing
Bringing all together,
Something that music does.
All types of music does this,
It brings the world happiness,
So come on world,
Let us all sing together.