Heave Away, Ho

Rowdy nautical folk-rock with a brisk stomping 6/8 sea-shanty pulse, handclaps and boot-stomp percussion, strummed acoustic guitar, concertina, fiddle, low brass accents, and a rousing mixed-gang chorus, Lead vocal is characterful and theatrical, with call-and-response crew shouts, Build from a sparse tavern-like opening into full-crew choruses; add a tense half-time encounter at sea, then a triumphant final chorus and punchy ending, Earthy, lively, clear vocal-forward mix

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[Chorus]
Heave away, ho, turn her south,
Salt on our skin and a grin in our mouth!
Sails pulled tight as the wild winds spin,
There’s a far-off shore and we’re bound to get in!
Heave away, ho, steady the line,
That beckoning land will soon be mine!

[Verse 2]
Swing from the masts with our swords held fast,
We fight the good fight and we’re sailing past.
“Deploy the mainsail! Hold her true!”
The sheet catches wind and the sea turns blue.
Through the spyglass, what do you see?
“Land on the edge of the world!” cries Lee.
A green-backed island, a pale gold strand,
And a crooked old fort above the sand.

[Bridge]
Then a black-sailed cutter slid out of the haze,
With Captain Crowe and his cutthroat crew ablaze.
He’d heard of the chest and he wanted our share;
His grappling hooks flew through the salt-thick air.
We ducked past the rail as the blades rang bright,
Lee swung from a rope and kicked out the light.
Our captain called, “Crew, keep hold of the deck!”
We drove Crowe’s ship from our wake and our track!

[Verse 3]
The squall broke open; the morning came,
The island was calling each one by name.
We met old Maribel, keeper of keys,
Who’d guarded the cove through a hundred seas.
She asked for a tale, not a coin or a gem;
We told how we’d bested the black-sailed men.
She laughed, then pointed beyond the palms:
“A map lies waiting where the warm spring calms.”

[Final Chorus]
Heave away, ho, bring her in,
The shore lies near and the day begins!
Sails pulled tight, let the brave crew sing,
We’ve beaten the storm and the sea-king’s sting!
Heave away, ho, the island is nigh,
With treasure below and a new map to try!

[Outro]
Shiver me timbers, we’re homeward bound—
One chest behind, new clues to be found!

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[Verse 1] Shiver me timbers, the chest is found, Rubies and emeralds piled around. Diamonds wink in the lantern’s light, Gold coins clatter—we’ve struck it right! Gold nuggets, silver, pearls in a heap, We’ve got a secret the old tides keep. Picked that lock with a tap-tap-knock— Who needs a key when you know the dock? [Chorus] Heave away, ho, turn her south, Salt on our skin and a grin in our mouth! Sails pulled tight as the wild winds spin, There’s a far-off shore and we’re bound to get in! Heave away, ho, steady the line, That beckoning land will soon be mine! [Verse 2] Swing from the masts with our swords held fast, We fight the good fight and we’re sailing past. “Deploy the mainsail! Hold her true!” The sheet catches wind and the sea turns blue. Through the spyglass, what do you see? “Land on the edge of the world!” cries Lee. A green-backed island, a pale gold strand, And a crooked old fort above the sand. [Chorus] Heave away, ho, turn her south, Salt on our skin and a grin in our mouth! Sails pulled tight as the wild winds spin, There’s a far-off shore and we’re bound to get in! Heave away, ho, steady the line, That beckoning land will soon be mine! [Bridge] Then a black-sailed cutter slid out of the haze, With Captain Crowe and his cutthroat crew ablaze. He’d heard of the chest and he wanted our share; His grappling hooks flew through the salt-thick air. We ducked past the rail as the blades rang bright, Lee swung from a rope and kicked out the light. Our captain called, “Crew, keep hold of the deck!” We drove Crowe’s ship from our wake and our track! [Verse 3] The squall broke open; the morning came, The island was calling each one by name. We met old Maribel, keeper of keys, Who’d guarded the cove through a hundred seas. She asked for a tale, not a coin or a gem; We told how we’d bested the black-sailed men. She laughed, then pointed beyond the palms: “A map lies waiting where the warm spring calms.” [Final Chorus] Heave away, ho, bring her in, The shore lies near and the day begins! Sails pulled tight, let the brave crew sing, We’ve beaten the storm and the sea-king’s sting! Heave away, ho, the island is nigh, With treasure below and a new map to try! [Outro] Shiver me timbers, we’re homeward bound— One chest behind, new clues to be found!

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