| Song | A Salty Dog - Live |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Live In Concert with The Edmonton Symphony Orchestra |
| (brooker / reid) | |
| 'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' i heard the captain cry | |
| 'explore the ship, replace the cook：let no one leave alive!' | |
| Across the straits, around the horn：how far can sailors fly? | |
| A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive | |
| We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die | |
| No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye | |
| Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call | |
| A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all | |
| We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore | |
| The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy | |
| Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land | |
| A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand |
| brooker reid | |
| ' all hands on deck, we' ve run afloat!' i heard the captain cry | |
| ' explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' | |
| Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly? | |
| A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive | |
| We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die | |
| No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain' s eye | |
| Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call | |
| A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all | |
| We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore | |
| The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy | |
| Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land | |
| A salty dog, this seaman' s log: your witness my own hand |