Cold beneath the Union Jack.

"Cold beneath the Union Jack, where away we’ll find a man who stood so brave a soul, lay he stilled upon the deck and he’ll fight the good war no more. Hold to him lad, now lash him to the mast, let him see their burning flag for this battles nearly won. I say though he died, he’s with us through this fight. Fire a volley and fire another, we can hear our Captain’s shout. Steady their lads hold her fast, turn her to the wind about, lay to their starboard side then play your cannons loud. Never more the bell will call, never more will he say, hoist her high lads, hoist her high. Hoist our battle flag. Their ship is lost, our Captain died, no joy this battle won. Cold beneath the Union Jack, lay the Crown’s most bravest son. This day our Captain died, now weight him boys, ball and shot, and sing him mates, sing him home... To the dust, of Davie Jones locker." - MoZark

Anyone's up for a trip to England?