To the edge of the world we sail the wind upon our backs
May our heading never falter and our rigging never slack
And with our mainsails full and bright and provisions good and packed
We're sailing west upon The Apple and we're ne'er looking back
To the bottom of the barrels we will drink the cider down
And we'll reach the shores of paradise or else we'll bloody drown
In our holds we have a million pints of ale and porter brown
And if we ever finish that we'll run the fucking ship aground
Upon the Apple we can drink our woes away
With the canvas full we sail through night and day
And when our tankards all run dry we'll raise our voices high
And find a world anew where we can do the things upon the ocean blue
The free and simple way
Upon The Apple all our lives belong to us
In the hearts and arms of comrades we will trust
We'll find a place where we can be shitfaced drunk and free
And build a fertile land upon with sand
To house our small and simple band
And never be unjust
And if the earth that we traverse is truly flat
Then you'll never have to fear that we'll come back
And if we reach those endless falls
We'll prove we've got the balls
We'll cast our sails upon the open air
And steer The Apple anywhere
To keep our souls intact
To the edge of the world we sail the wind upon our backs
May our heading never falter and our rigging never slack
And with our mainsails full and bright and provisions good and packed
We're sailing west upon The Apple and we're ne'er looking back
To the edge of the world we sail the wind upon our backs
May our heading never falter and our rigging never slack
And with our mainsails full and bright and provisions good and packed
We're sailing west upon The Apple and we're ne'er looking back
