Watery Grave

Oh brother, been 63 days

The water's been choppy, the whaler, she sways

Can't keep no food down, can't find no sleep

'Cause the night is too dark and the water's too deep

'Twas summer I boarded this old wooden ship

Sun, she was shinin' on Cullero's dock slip

But now it's all storms way out on the cold seas

And if I don't drown, then surely, I'll freeze

Wind, blow us over this inky black wave

Brother, protect me from a watery grave

A watery grave

A watery grave

A watery grave

Now the rats on the deck, nippin' my feet

And the holes in my rags, stealin' my heat

These bowls of brown soup, with barely no meat

Make me dream nightly of my sunny old street

But a poor fool like me's gotta earn a straight wage

So I walked myself onto this seafarin' cage

Where the captain's a bully and the crew's full of thieves

And the liquor's so bad I get the dry heaves

Wind, blow us over this inky black wave

Brother, protect me from a watery grave

A watery grave

Eight weeks, they said, eight

But it's ten weeks, we still wait

Not one lonely rock in sight

So it's another perilous night

Now come, young sailor, learn from my trials

If ya dreamin' of sailin' the Empire of the Isles

It's a tale of hard times, with death every day

So don't believe one word that captain might say

Wind, blow us over this inky black wave

Brother, protect me from a watery grave

A watery grave

A watery grave

A watery grave