When The Wind’s Amiss
Let me tell you a tale
Of a full blown gale,
And two salts who were lost at sea.
An age old song
Of what can go wrong,
Chasing the sea's bounty.
If you’re bound by greed,
The weather you don't heed,
You'll be cast into the great unknown.
So mark these words
When you head towards
The stormy seas of a gale full-blown.
They left the dock
At five O'clock,
To fish for them buggers deep.
Away they showve
From the harbour's cove,
The tide was running neap
The April morn sky
The moon still high
And the wind was a little slap
On those sailors' cheeks
As the boat with leaks
Sailed into the devils trap
The sounders tapped
The riggin' slapped
The wind she picked up more
The bowsprit bowed
And on she plowed
Awash to the poop deck floor
The skipper was mean
The deckhand green
Dared not ope his yap to cry
The seas too rough
And I've had enough!
For fear of that wee Captain Bligh
No words were spoke
As the wheelhouse broke,
Those waves it cut in two
The matey prayed
The skipper brayed
While the wind she blew and blew.
The blackness howled
And the rudder fouled,
Turning' the aft and fore around.
The bell it peeled,
As the boat it heeled
From the sea's mighty pound
The rotten scow
In trouble now
As the wheel spun fro and to
The skipper swore
The mate prayed more
And fear it grew and grew
Both men quivered,
When the timbers shivered,
And the scuppers blocked with kelp.
No answer at all
On the radio call,
When the skipper screamed for help.
The boat it gasped
When it broke its mast,
And flattened the lifeboat thin.
All hope was lost,
But that's the cost
For the wages of their sin.
The glass it smashed
When the sea it crashed
Through the portholes and cabin door
The reaper was nigh
And God couldn’t pry
Twenty fingers clung to the wheelhouse floor
They held their breath
But there came death
To snatch their life blood short,
To burn in hell,
With a rotten smell,
For daring to leave the port.
The ship she sank
Every last plank
And settle to the ocean's floor
The bottom fish dined
On a fortuitous find
Of the men who're nevermore
Now the skipper's in hell
With his ship and bell
Sure to keep that inferno fired
With its rotten planks
The Devil says "Thanks
For the deal that has transpired
Now I was the mate
Of that ship of fate
My ghost is bound to this world
To find a lad
With a writing pad
So this story can be unfurled
I'll come up abeam
And tell him in a dream
So in the morn he'll get up and write
Of sailors' greed
And the devil deed
And two men who were caught in the byte
Beware you boys
Of the captain's ploys
To lure you away from a windswept shore
He's the Devil's friend
And you'll meet your end
To see your sweetheart nevermore
So if the wind’s amiss
Afore your wife's morn kiss
Run back to your bed and hide
For Satan he wants
Yes, the beast he taunts
You to take that one last ride
Bruce
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