Verse 1 The broadside flashed and the timbers shook, But Gavin MacRaethen never once looked. He walked that deck with an easy sway, Like the storm itself would move out of his way. Chorus MacRaethen’s Luck, boys, MacRaethen’s Luck— When every man’s doomed, he never gets struck. From reef to reef, through shot and muck, The sea steps aside for MacRaethen’s Luck. Verse 2 A crack in the mast, or the deck catches fire— He comes out clean while the battle tires. Not a cut on his skin, nor his purple plaid, And the crew swear blind he’s the best they’ve had. Chorus MacRaethen’s Luck, boys, MacRaethen’s Luck— When every man’s doomed, he never gets struck. From reef to reef, through shot and muck, The sea steps aside for MacRaethen’s Luck. Verse 3 From Copenhagen down to Orkney’s foam, Every loud tavern calls him home. The ladies sigh and the sailors stare— For the Scot who cheats death with a grin and a dare. Chorus MacRaethen’s Luck, boys, MacRaethen’s Luck— When every man’s doomed, he never gets struck. From reef to reef, through shot and muck, The sea steps aside for MacRaethen’s Luck.
