The captain he decided we’d all go ‘round the horn

In that fateful moment a hatred it was born.

The trip was truly awful with the sleet and hail and 

wind

And by the time we turned back we’d lost 14 men



With that act the captain had lit a deadly spark

That would sit and smolder waiting in the dark

Before you lay your judgment please hear our story 

through

And you’ll see there was just one thing we could do



Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 



The futile try it added almost four weeks to our trip

And when we hit the islands we just wanted off that 

ship.

Exotic natives greeted us, girls beckoned from the 

beach

Our captain he decided a cruel lesson he would teach. 



The captain said “now look here lads, your attitude’s 

quite poor

And for your bitter discontent you’ll not step foot on 

the shore.”

So aboard our ship we sat as the forbidden plot took 

shape

We knew when that word was spoke that there’d be no 

escape from…



Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 

We all knew the risks when we lit that fuse 

But from where we stood we had nothing left to lose 

The crew had reached their limit, the captain crossed 

the line. 

And the crew all stared that icy stare, ‘cause we knew 

it was time for 

Mutiny! ... Mutiny! 



Three long hellish weeks we waited, anchored in the bay

And cursed the captain’s officers as they went ashore 

each day.

And when the captain finally said “It’s time the sails 

were set.”

Off we sailed dreaming of girls we never met.



“Now we’ll make a second run to the horn” the captain 

said

But we knew that we would choose a different path 

instead

All that day we waited till the sun was setting low

And in the blood-red darkness were whispers down below 

of



Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 



The officers were the first to go, they went down one 

by one

As we approached the captain’s door, we were nearly 

done

The crew took all his weapons, but we gave him time to 

dress

When he was done, we bound him and threw him with the 

rest.



Those that chose to join us we let stay on through the 

trip

The rest got tack and old salt beef and booted off the 

ship

They wanted the Horn so desperately, so we left them to 

the sea

And sailed back to that island to take a sailor’s ease 

from



Mutiny! ...Mutiny! 

We all knew the risks when we lit that fuse 

But from where we stood we had nothing left to lose 

The crew had reached their limit, the captain crossed 

the line. 

And the crew all stared that icy stare, ‘cause we knew 

it was time for 

Mutiny! ... Mutiny! 



Now we stand before you knowing of our chosen fate

And now you know the cruelty of the story we relate

Goin’ round the horn again we knew there was no hope

So we chose a little pleasure and our end here from a 

rope…