

Prompt / Lyrics
The wind began to prowl and howl, like a wolf beneath a cowl, We ran afoul of the fowl with a dark and feathered jowl. Through the lashing and the splashing, with the golden sabers clashing, We were dashing through the crashing waves to keep the hull from smashing. Oh, the tide is high and wide, with nowhere left to hide, We’ll ride the swell and bide our time upon the rowing stride. The rigging started creaking while the wooden floor was leaking, And the sneaking mist was seeking out the secrets we were keeping. With a rumble and a tumble, we watched the mainmast crumble, But no jumble made us stumble or let our spirits humble. Oh, the tide is high and wide, with nowhere left to hide, We’ll ride the swell and bide our time upon the rowing stride. The gale began to wail and pale, as we hoisted every sail, To prevail against the hail and the whale upon our trail. With a clatter and a chatter, though our planks began to shatter, It didn't matter in the patter of the rain's relentless batter. Oh, the tide is high and wide, with nowhere left to hide, We’ll ride the swell and bide our time upon the rowing stride. We’ve striven and we’re driven to the port that we’ve been given, By the living and the forgiving stars within the cloudy ribbon. So raise a glass and blaze a trail through all the foggy haze, For the days of old and tales of gold shall earn a sailor's praise. Outro: So row in a row, where the low waters flow, Through the glow and the snow, we have miles left to go. Steady hand, seek the land, o'er the sand and the strand, Till we stand once again on the hard and the tanned
Tags
Traditional maritime sea shanty, baritone male vocal lead with chorus backing, rhythmic rowing tempo, acoustic folk, 18t
2:29
No
3/22/2026