Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little black boat on a gray dawn line
Cutting through foam like a knife to the brine
Blue lobster traps stacked high in the hold
Cold iron rope and a week-old cold
[Verse 2]
Salty shadow, you know my name
We go out hungry in the hard North spray
Hands on the rail and the world goes white
Lantern in the hull like a bite of light
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull, little boat, pull true
Bring that blue iron home to shore
Hear the tide sing low for you
One more load, then one more
[Chorus]
Salty shadow, carry me home
Salty shadow, over the foam
Blue lobster traps, blue lobster traps
Pull us back before the dawn cracks
Salty shadow, carry me home
Salty shadow, over the foam
[Verse 3]
Harbor boys wave from the stone-cold pier
Mum says, "Mind the weather, mind the fear"
But I love the slap of that wet black hull
And the way the nets come heavy and full
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull, little boat, pull true
Bring that blue iron home to shore
Hear the tide sing low for you
One more load, then one more
[Chorus]
Salty shadow, carry me home
Salty shadow, over the foam
Blue lobster traps, blue lobster traps
Pull us back before the dawn cracks
Salty shadow, carry me home
Salty shadow, over the foam
[Bridge]
If the wind gets mean, if the sea runs wild
I still trust that stubborn child
A little black boat and a workman's prayer
And the salt on my hands like a wedding there
[Final Chorus]
Salty shadow, carry me home
Salty shadow, over the foam
Blue lobster traps, blue lobster traps
Pull us back before the dawn cracks
Salty shadow, carry me home
Salty shadow, over the foam
Blue lobster traps, blue lobster traps
Little black boat, don’t fail me now
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2026
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish folk shanty with brisk 6/8 sway, stomping handclaps, acoustic guitar, fiddle, bodhrán, and a low chantable crew rhythm; verse rides sparse plucked strings and foot taps, pre-chorus lifts with bowed fiddle and stacked hums, chorus hits with full gang vocals and reel-like fiddle runs; lead vocal is rough and close-mic with doubled hook lines, call-and-response shouts, and short delay throws on the title phrase; gull-like whistles, dock creaks, and a rising drum roll before each chorus; bright, salty, and live-in-the-room
Credits
Prompt byFreshBandit550
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Little black boat called salty shadow hauling blue lobster traps Irish tune
