Down by the reef where the trade winds blow, Merchant man sink and we gather the flow. Crates in the water, driftin’ slow, Whole crew laugh when the lanterns glow. We call it sloopin’, easy and bright, Moon pon the water, silver light. No cannon fire, no bitter fight, Just take what float in the quiet night. Barrel of sugar and rum so sweet, Spice and silk and salted meat. Boots get wet but the work feel sweet, Steel drum talk with a island beat. Sloopin’, sloopin’, drift and glide, Take the treasure from the tide. Sloopin’, sloopin’, side by side, Sea provide and we don’t hide. Net full heavy, haul it in, Laugh when the morning sun begin. Bright cloth wave in the breeze and spin, Bless the tide and the luck we win. No hard heart and no long tale, Just coral reef and a steady sail. When merchant mast and cargo fail, We sloop the gift from the ocean trail. Sloopin’, sloopin’, sweet and slow, What the sea give, we let it flow. Sloopin’, sloopin’, ebb and go, Island rhythm steal the show.
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