At the last minute everything was okaynWe bought our tickets, we were on our waynIt cost us six hundred and sixty-six FrancsnBut that didn't mean anythingnnOn our way to Ireland on a French boatnAnd she had a Spanish captainnHe welcomed us aboard and told us some jokesnWe tried our best to laugh at themnnHe said, Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh nonWe can't have any women on herenDon't you know, don't you know, don't you know, don't you knownTruckers are like pirates, my dearnnHe said not to worry, it was only a jokenAnd he showed us to our roomnAnd as I was throwing my pack on the bednA man came in behind younnSaid, Hey, little lassie, are you alone?nDo you need some company?nThen he saw me and he turned to leavenSayin' he was sorrynnWe closed our door and we locked it shutnAnd jumped up on our fluffy bedsnBlankets and pillows were luxury to us, nWe had twenty-four hours of themnnThe captain he knocked and he woke us upnHe told us it was time to eatnThere was cake, there were fries, there were all sorts of drinksnAnd then we looked out at the seannThe waves, the waves, the waves, they rosenUp, up thirty feetnThen down, down, down they'd gonAnd our stomachs started to sinknnThe captain, the captain, well he saved our livesnHe gave us some tiny white pillsnWe went to sleep for the rest of the ride,nWoke up to the sight of green hills