( Corre 
r> t, & o 
'/ersion) 
We are bound for the Realm of 
Royalty 
An audience to keep 
With Glorious King Neptune 
Ancient Regent of the Deep 
On board’s a load of pollywogs 
Who’ve never crossed the line 
And thereby in dis-favor 
With the Ruler of the Brine 
Among these lowly Pollywogs 
Are men with years at sea 
Some who’ve learned a reverence 
And deep respect for thee 
But being loyal subjects all 
We must admit in truth 
We’ve others v/ho deny thee 
With arrogance of youth 
Basil is a man of rank 
V/ho labors not at all 
Beseeching you to spare him 
Because he knows' the lav/. 
He plead with us, your subjects 
And promised beer and wine 
Accordingly we ask of you 
To give him just a fine 
Another gent who’s with us 
The mighty birdman Paul 
Who seeks your Royal patronage 
We hope you will not fall 
For him we can but tell you 
Let your ire be none the less 
He’s deserving of the worst you give 
De spoiler of our Mess. 
With tearful eyes and saddened 
heart 
We find that we must tell 
You of a man named Peacher 
And we hope you give him hell 
He’s Caused us all discomfort 
He has filled our ship with gas 
May we suggest your paddle 
Be arplied to his broad mass 
And now your Royal Highness 
There’s a favor we request 
We ask cooperation of 
Your court upon this pest 
Of all unworthy pollywogs 
The one who’s most unrully 
We pray you give the works to 
The" gent we call Steve Early. 
Our ship is filled with Ensigns 
And they are poor at best 
But there is one who heads the 
class 
As worse than all the rest 
For him we ask no mercy 
Let your Bailiffs do their stuff 
Johnston is his surname 
And we hope you treat him rough. 
So now we welcome you aboard 
With members of your Court 
The ship is yours from stem to 
stern 
From starboard side to port 
Your slightest wish is our 
command , 
Your edicts ever just 
We shellbacks want to serve you 
And our Pollywogs - they must 
CHORUS 
Illustrious King Neptune 
Your Glory we proclaim 
Majestic King Neptune 
Rex of the Ra-aging Main 
With Humble heart and head bowed 
low 
Our prayers we offer thee 
That we may never have to know 
The terrors of the sea. 
Deliver us from such a fate 
As Davy Jones once knew 
And we will vo w to give 
Our loyalty to you. 
