Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Wind’s in the west and the dawn runs gray Bread’s gone hard and the rum’s run away Captain’s glare like a storm in his eye He points to the line and he hollers “Heave high!” [Chorus] Haul her home Boys Haul her home Drag that rope till your fingers foam One more pull and the white waves moan Haul Boys Haul her home [Verse 2] Tom left a girl in a blue-checked dress Said he’d be back when the sea said “yes” Three long years and the mail came thin So he spits in his hands and he leans again [Chorus] Haul her home Boys Haul her home Drag that rope till your fingers foam One more pull and the white waves moan Haul Boys Haul her home [Verse 3] If the keel runs true and the stars don’t lie We’ll see smoke curl where the chimneys rise Till that bell rings out from the harbor stone We bite down pain and we haul her home [Chorus] Haul her home Boys Haul her home Drag that rope till your fingers foam One more pull and the white waves moan Haul Boys Haul her home
Tags
Raw, unaccompanied male vocals in a traditional call-style sea shanty, stamped single-beat pulse from the singer’s foot. Verses stay low and storytelling; chorus jumps a bit higher and louder, with strong chest voice and open vowels. Slight rasp on sustained words, roomy tavern-like ambience, dynamics rising each chorus then easing back for the last verse., shanty
Duration
1:36
Instrumental
No
Created
4/4/2026