Sailmaker's Song

Tomas died in his bed

Hey Sailmaker, bring his hammock

Wounds had festered and spread

Lay his body by the mainmast

Wrap him up, weigh him down

Caught in the blast from a gun

Hey Sailmaker, strap your palm tight

Tried to turn ship and run

Now he's resting on the catwalk

Send him into the night

Weigh him down, read him a prayer

Mr. Mead, will ya say it?

See you in Heaven or Fiddler's Green

Or Tír na nÓg will it be?

Trevor died an old man

Hey Sailmaker, thread your needle

Back after years upon land

Pass the hat 'round for his people

Give as much as you can

Searching for Liberi town

Bring your bow and tune your kit strings

Fell off the ship and then drowned

Blow the bugle for his passing

Three times fire the guns

Weigh him down, read him a prayer

Mr. Mead, will ya say it?

See you in Heaven or Fiddler's Green

Or Tír na nÓg will it be?

To the deep, turned to moist

Till the sea shall give up her dead

To the deep, turned to moist

Till the sea shall give up her dead

Charlie had left us for years

Hoist our colours, bring the stretcher

Called when his time had drawn near

Write his name down in the ledger

Bow your heads to the dead

Smuggled his corpse out at dark

No more shifts and no more sailing

One last time we embark

Send his body off the railing

Drop him down in the deep