text: Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking
  Take the wheel I think this ship is sinking
  Jamaica seems so far and Ive been thinking
  Old billy bones has gone to sea and quit his dockside drinking
  Check It out, check it out, check it out
  And when Im dead wholl fly the white bird home
  Im not the ancient mariner your children know
  And the seas the field these old jack tars have sown
  Because billy bones just wants to know wholl fly the white bird home
  Oh your majesty, your majesty
  I heard the bosun cry
  Old billy bones has washed ashore
  Upon a foreign tide
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  Check It out, check it out, check it out
  Check It out, check it out, check it out
  Check It out, check it out, check it out
  Check It out, check it out, check it out