Mutiny

(Verse 1)
The moon’s gone to ground and the watch is asleep,
While shadows are moving and quiet they creep;
A wink to the helmsman, a hand on the hilt,
Tonight is the night that the blood will be spilt!
He’s ruled by the lash and he’s ruled by the fear,
But the end of his reckoning finally is here;
No more will we bleed for his silver and silk,
As we sour the cream and we poison the milk!
(Chorus)
It’s a long drop to Davy, a short walk to plank,
For the man who has hoarded while his sailors all sank!
With a hilt in the hand and a fire in the chest,
We’ll put the old devil to his final long rest!
Then it’s "Hey!" for the mutiny, "Ho!" for the steel,
As we kick the old captain away from the wheel!
We’ll drink to the thunder and dance on the wood,
Doing the things that he ne’er thought we could!
(Verse 2)
The cabin door shatters, he wakes with a roar,
But the law of the King doesn’t hold anymore!
We’ve spiked every cannon and fouled every line,
And his treasures are sinking to salt and to brine.
He pleads for his life by the light of the stars,
But we’re showing him nothing but stripes and the scars;
The ledger is balanced, the debt has been called,
By the men he has broken and spirits he’s galled!
(Chorus)
It’s a long drop to Davy, a short walk to plank,
For the man who has hoarded while his sailors all sank!
With a hilt in the hand and a fire in the chest,
We’ll put the old devil to his final long rest!
Then it’s "Hey!" for the mutiny, "Ho!" for the steel,
As we kick the old captain away from the wheel!
We’ll drink to the thunder and dance on the wood,
Doing the things that he ne’er thought we could!
(Verse 3)
Now the horizon is bleeding a deep shade of red,
With the tyrant behind us and freedom ahead!
The black flag is snapping, the anchor is high,
Underneath the vast dome of a wide-open sky.
No master to serve and no chains for to wear,
Only salt in our lungs and the wind in our hair;
We’re bound for the islands where silver is free,
The ghosts of the mutiny, lords of the sea!
(Chorus)
It’s a long drop to Davy, a short walk to plank,
For the man who has hoarded while his sailors all sank!
With a hilt in the hand and a fire in the chest,
We’ll put the old devil to his final long rest!
Then it’s "Hey!" for the mutiny, "Ho!" for the steel,
As we kick the old captain away from the wheel!
We’ll drink to the thunder and dance on the wood,
Doing the things that he ne’er thought we could!

Traditional sea shanty, group of male voices, rhythmic stomps and claps, raw and unpolished, deep bass vocals, high ener