So tired of comparisons Tryin' to learn the lesson in Fallin' every time that I do The chemicals inside my brain Never let me feel the pain Pushing me to see the truth My heart is like a hand grenade Pull the pin and detonate Ready, set, I'm about to blow (Ready, set, I'm about to blow) 'Cause all the hate you ever spewed Made me into something new Sit back and enjoy the show It isn't in my words 'Cause they come and go But everything that hurt Taught me how to grow It isn't in my skin Or these scars that show 'Cause my fight within Comes from below I feel it in my bones (I feel it in my—, I feel it in my—) I feel it my soul (I feel it in my—, I feel it in my—) I feel it in my— I ain't gonna break I'ma make you wonder Rollin' in the deep Can't steal my thunder Ay, oh, I know (I feel it in my—) I feel it in my bones I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through (Watchin' every minute fall through) I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused It isn't in my words 'Cause they come and go But everything that hurt Taught me how to grow It isn't in my skin Or these scars that show 'Cause my fight within Comes from below I feel it in my bones (I feel it in my—, I feel it in my—) I feel it my soul (I feel it in my—, I feel it in my—) I feel it in my— I ain't gonna break I'ma make you wonder Rollin' in the deep Can't steal my thunder Ay, oh, I know (I feel it in my—) I feel it in my bones I feel it in my bones I ain't gonna break I'ma make you wonder Rollin' in the deep Can't steal my thunder Ay, oh, I know I feel it in my bones

There once was a ship that put to sea And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her, a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go No line was cut, no whale was freed The captain's mind was not on greed But he belonged to the whaleman's creed She took the ship in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go For 40 days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew, and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go

Oh, I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine I had a little stretch of land, along the western line But times were hard, and though I tried, the money wasn't there And bankers came and took my land and told me, "Fair is fair" I looked for every kind of job, the answer always, "No" "Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "We just let twenty go" The government, they promised me a measly little sum But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum And I said, "Who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone I'm going to be a pirate on the river Severn!" (Yarr! Yoo-hoo, whoo) And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores You'd think the other farmers would know that I'm at large But just the other day, I saw an unsuspecting barge I snuck up right behind them, and they were none the wiser I rammed their boat and sank it, and I stole the fertilizer! The bridge outside of Redwick spans a mighty river Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver 'Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hiding in the bay (ha-ha-arr) I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold And sail off with their hay And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores Well officer Robbie chased me, he was always at my throat But he followed on the shoreline cause he didn't own a boat But cutbacks were a-coming, and the copper lost his job And now he sails with us, and we call him Salty Rob A swinging sword, a skull and bones and pleasant company I'll never pay my income tax and screw the VAT (Screw it!) Sailing down to Thornbury, the terror of the sea If you wanna get to Tesco, boys, you've gotta get by me And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores Well pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here I hear that up in Yorkshire there's a band of buccaneers They roam around the Yorkshire dales from Smith to Beverley And you're bound to lose your flat cap if you have to pass their way Winter is a-coming, and a chill is in the breeze My pirate days are over if the rivers starts to freeze Well, I'll be back in springtime and now I've got to fly I hear there's lots if plundering down in the Isle of Wight And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (hey) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores Hey

I was nineteen when I came to town They called it the summer of love They were burning pages, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie Down on Cauldrum Street I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way Brown hair zig-zag around her face, a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes She said, young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent We could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said: Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We were camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should We were fighting more in those days and tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way

Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also But when you have killed And your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Elm, she hates mankind and waits, 'til every gust be laid To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn He'll take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Oh, do not tell the priest our plight For he would call it a sin But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in We bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn Sure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Our tale begins with the heaviest storm The Fools beached on our shore They wake beneath the Great Lighthouse of yore Built thousands of years before I set them to sea, to see how they fair Stormstrider lighting the way With only each other to stand by their sides They kept foes at bay, at least for today With danger approaching, they tried and they tried The Aquapocalypse ever raging topside More relics of sirens they pull from the depths Unaware that their quest might lead them to their deaths Our tale began with the heaviest storm Now I'm afraid how it ends Believe me, believe me, I've seen it before The darkness that lurks in the eye of the storm The darkness that lurks in The darkness that lurks in the eye I guess we'll find out who's the greatest of Fools