The Devil in the Draft

(Verse 1)
The glass went south and the sky turned black
As we cleared the harbor mouth
The Old Man’s blind on the applejack
And we’re steering further South
There’s a gale-force blow on the starboard bow
And the scuppers are running red
If we don’t get the canvas battened now
We’ll all be cold and dead!
(Chorus)
So haul away on the sheet, me boys!
Let the heavens scream and roar!
We’ll make enough of a bloody noise
To wake the dead on shore!
The hull is groaning, she’s taking on
And the main-mast’s gone to graft
But we’ll keep on drinking till the dawn
With the Devil in the draft!
(Verse 2)
The jib is fouled and the riggings shot
And the swell is twenty high
The first mate’s tied in a sailor’s knot
While the lightning splits the sky
"Heave away!" comes the bosun’s yell
As he clings to a keg of gin
"If we’re going down to the jaws of Hell
Then let the tide come in!"
(Chorus)
So haul away on the sheet, me boys!
Let the heavens scream and roar!
We’ll make enough of a bloody noise
To wake the dead on shore!
The hull is groaning, she’s taking on
And the main-mast’s gone to graft
But we’ll keep on drinking till the dawn
With the Devil in the draft!
(Bridge)
(Heavy boot-stomps)
The sea don’t give a damn for you
The sea don’t give a damn for me
She’ll swallow up the whole damn crew
And dump us in the lee!
(Verse 3)
The morning sun is a sickly grey
And the swell has settled down
We’ve lived to fight for another day
In this godforsaken town
So crack a cask and drain it dry
For the boat that didn’t split
We looked the Reaper in the eye
And didn’t give a shit!
(Final Chorus)
So haul away on the sheet, me boys!
The storm has done its worst!
We made enough of a bloody noise
With a spirit and a thirst!
The hull is groaning, she’s taking on
And the main-mast’s gone to graft
But we’re still here to see the dawn
With the Devil in the draft!

Celtic punk, gritty male vocals, aggressive bagpipes, fast distorted guitar, pub-stomp drums, Real McKenzies style.