Captain Bligh was his name
He ruled his ship with an iron cane
The Bounty was the ship
Sailing to Tahiti, via Cape Horn was the trip
At Cape Horn, after tacking back and forth
Eastward, was set the course
It was the long way round
But they were still Tahiti bound
After many long months at sea
One morning the lookout shouted, "Tahiti"
Wine, women, and song for the crew
It was a paradise, the like of which they never knew
When the ship was fully laden with breadfruit trees
Once more the Bounty put to sea
Three weeks later, the trees began to die
"Give them the crews water", said captain Bligh
The crew complained most bitterly
"Silence" said Bligh," or in the brig you will be"
Very early in the next morn
The mutiny was born
Over the side went Captain Bligh
Into the long boat, and left to die
So back to Tahiti sailed the crew
To the island paradise, that they loved and knew
After more than a year of island bliss
They decided, we had better get out of this
For the British navy, will surely come
Then they will string us up, one, by one
So once more the Bounty put to sea
But this time the crew, took their families
When Pitcairn Island came into view
They said, "this is home, it will do"
Stripping the Bounty of everything of use
She was set on fire with a fuse
So if to Pitcairn Isle you go today
The mutineers descendants, You will find, fishing in the bay