[Intro] [Fast-paced fiddle and rhythmic hand-clapping] [Shouted: "One, two, three, HO!"] [Verse 1] The clouds are the color of a fresh-bruised eye The barometer drops like a stone from the sky We are running on luck and a gallon of rum The thunder rolls resounding like drums Main sheet has snapped, cracking like a whip Rogue wave crashes over the side of our ship The captain laughs when the binnacle flew Then shouted these words to the shivering crew: [Instrumental Hook] [Fast Accordion riff] [Chorus] [Big Energy] Haul away hard till the rigging is tight, Ghosts are a-comin’, let’s give ’em a fight! Batten the hatches, I’m a-warnin’ you, The sea’s comin’, she’s claiming her due! We’re havin’ fun now, I’m a-tastin’ the blood, The cabin soaked with brine and sea sludge! Deep in the sh*t, let the deck start to shake, From below deck, the sound of glass breaks! [Instrumental Break] [Stomping and clapping solo] [Verse 2] The galley went flying, plates hit the floor We buried the rail and cried out for more Old Barnaby tumbled right over the side But he caught a loose line for a hell of a ride The icebox swung open, the beer hit the bilge We filled the buckets and drank our fill We’re pumping out water, breathing in foam While the landlubbers sleep in their boring homes! [Instrumental Hook] [Chorus] Haul away hard till the rigging is tight, Ghosts are a-comin’, let’s give ’em a fight! Batten the hatches, I’m a-warnin’ you, The sea’s comin’, she’s claiming her due! We’re havin’ fun now, I’m a-tastin’ the blood, The cabin soaked with brine and sea sludge! Deep in the sh*t, let the deck start to shake, From below deck, the sound of glass breaks! [Fiddle Solo] [8 bars of fast, Irish-style fiddle dance] [Verse 3] The mast was a-bending, the lightning was blue It lit up the faces of every man true We’re out of the rum, we’re out of the gin But we’re wearing the mark of a mariner’s grin For if we go down to the locker below We’ll go with a story that the landfolk won’t know So cheers to the chaos and cheers to the gale With a leak in the hull and a rip in the sail! [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Haul away hard till the rigging is tight, Ghosts are a-comin’, let’s give ’em a fight! Batten the hatches, I’m a-warnin’ you, The sea’s comin’, she’s claiming her due! We’re havin’ fun now, I’m a-tastin’ the blood, The cabin soaked with brine and sea sludge! Deep in the sh*t, let the deck start to shake, From below deck, the sound of glass breaks! [Outro] [All voices together, laughing] The glass is all broken! The blood’s on the lip! The smell of the terror is all o’er the ship! [Silence - 1 beat] [Shouted] Now haul... haul... HAUL! [End]
