Rum In My Right Hand

Got salt in my beard

And smoke in my lungs

A map full of lies

And a ship full of tongues

We sail where the law

Is a rumor at best

With our sins in the hull

And a skull on the crest

Raise up the black

Boys

Raise up the black

Rum in my right hand

Gold in the sack

Storm at our backs and the gallows ahead

Sing till the cannons wake up the dead

Ohhh

Rum in my right hand

Gold in the sack

We stole from a king

While he polished his crown

Left him with curses

And one burning town

If fate wants a fight

She can find us at sea

Where the waves judge us harder

Than any decree

Raise up the black

Boys

Raise up the black

Rum in my right hand

Gold in the sack

Storm at our backs and the gallows ahead

Sing till the cannons wake up the dead

Ohhh

Rum in my right hand

Gold in the sack

If I swing at dawn

Let the ropes all creak

Let the choir be hoarse

Let the timbers speak

Carve this on stone

So the tale rings true

“I belonged to the deep

Before the hangman knew”

Raise up the black

Boys

Raise up the black

Rum in my right hand

Gold in the sack

Storm at our backs and the gallows ahead

Sing till the cannons wake up the dead

Ohhh

Rum in my right hand

Gold in the sack