The hurdy

(Verse 1)
Scrub them soul-an’-body lashings, dowse the glim, ye scurvy dog,
There’s a monkey’s fist a-swingin’ through the thick an’ salty fog!
Avast yer flappin’ jaw-wag, clew the main an’ sweat the lime,
The purser’s in the scuppers drinkin’ grog an’ killin’ time!
We’ll fother up the leak an’ then we’ll frap the puddin’ bag,
An’ splice the mainbrace 'til the bosun’s wavin’ out the flag!
(Verse 2)
Toe the line an’ chaw the fat an’ keelhaul every lout,
The galley-growler’s got a case of landlubberin’ gout!
Heave a pawl an’ rouse an’ bitt, the cable’s runnin’ free,
I haven’t seen a dead horse since we left the Zuyder Zee!
The cat-o’-nine is dancin’ while the slush-fund’s in the pan,
An’ the powder-monkey’s hidin’ from the heavy-handed man!
(Verse 3)
Pipe the side an’ belay that, lad, an’ luff a point to lee,
The barnacles be thick as thieves beneath the rollin’ sea!
A son-of-a-gun be born to-deck, a shiver in his bones,
While the capstan-shanty man be rattlin’ lockers ’long with Jones!
Scuttlebutt be leakin’ out a tale of brine an' blood,
While the cabin boy be face-down in the black an' briny mud!
(Verse 4)
Walk away an’ tally-on an’ give them sheets a yank,
The doctor’s in the harness an’ he’s walkin’ out the plank!
Three sheets to the wind we go, a-skylarkin’ about,
Before the loblolly boy can give a terrifying shout!
It’s all hands to the pumps, me hearts, an’ batten down the hatch,
We’ve struck a bit of weather that the devil couldn’t match!

gravelly pirate shanty, heavy pirate slang, rhythmic rowing beat. Boisterous and chaotic. Accordion, hurdy gurdy