Drink Down the Devil

(Verse 1)
The cook’s in the scuppers with a belly full of brine,
He traded all the biscuits for a bottle of the wine.
The mainmast is bowing like a beggar in the mud,
While the ocean's a-thirsting for a drop of sailor's blood.
(Chorus)
Oh, the hull is a-screaming and the sky's gone red,
With a hold full of silver and a captain nearly dead!
We'll haul on the halyard till the hemp begins to fray,
And drink down the devil till the breaking of the day!
(Verse 2)
Old Barnaby’s a-shaking with the trembles in his hand,
He hasn't seen a lady or a patch of solid land.
We’re grease-covered bastards in a jacket made of tar,
Just a-following the flicker of a cold and lonely star.
(Chorus)
Oh, the hull is a-screaming and the sky's gone red,
With a hold full of silver and a captain nearly dead!
We'll haul on the halyard till the hemp begins to fray,
And drink down the devil till the breaking of the day!
(Verse 3)
The gale is a-howling like a banshee in the dark,
A-trying for to swallow up this rotten wooden bark.
But we’ll kick at the current and we’ll spit in every wave,
'Cause we ain't ready yet for to see a watery grave
(Chorus)
Oh, the hull is a-screaming and the sky's gone red,
With a hold full of silver and a captain nearly dead!
We'll haul on the halyard till the hemp begins to fray,
And drink down the devil till the breaking of the 

Outro 
Bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue,
He’ll climb up the rigging like his daddy used to do

Bawdy maritime folk, comedic male vocals, bouncy accordion, pub singalong, catchy 4/4 nautical march rhythm.