[Verse 1]
The copper kettle's singing on the iron stove
We're bound for the channel, the deep treasure trove
The salt crust is thick on the rigging and mast
We're leaving the harbor to outrun the past
[Chorus]
Oh, haul away the heavy gear
The tide is turning, calm your fear
With a belly full of rum and a steady hand
We'll never again set foot on dry land
[Verse 2]
The gull cries a warning, the sky turns to slate
The currents are pulling, deciding our fate
We mend all the canvas and tighten the wheel
The water is hungry for the bottom of the keel
[Chorus]
Oh, haul away the heavy gear
The tide is turning, calm your fear
With a belly full of rum and a steady hand
We'll never again set foot on dry land
[Outro]
Pull together, boys
Pull together, boys
Until the anchor bites the sand
Pull together, boys