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The weather is turning and the glass is low
Pull away, you hauling men
The sky is black as a winter crow
Pull away, you hauling men
The captain’s calling for the main to rise
Before the sun can leave the skies.
The rope is wet and it bites the hand
Pull away, you hauling men
We’re forty leagues from the nearest land
Pull away, you hauling men
The deck is slick with the freezing spray
We’ll work until the break of day.
The iron chain is a heavy weight
Pull away, you hauling men
We’re moving fast to meet our fate
Pull away, you hauling men
The waves are high as a castle wall
We’re waiting for the ship to fall.
I left my boots in a Bristol bar
Pull away, you hauling men
I’m following a lonely star
Pull away, you hauling men
My coat is thin and my shirt is torn
I curse the day that I was born.
The mate is screaming to hold the line
Pull away, you hauling men
I’ll have his head and he’ll have mine
Pull away, you hauling men
We’re pulling hard on the hempen weave
With nothing but a short reprieve.
We’ll find a port and we’ll find a drink
Pull away, you hauling men
Before the vessel starts to sink
Pull away, you hauling men
We’ll spend our coin on the red, red wine
And leave the salt and leave the brine.
The anchor’s down and the sails are furled
Pull away, you hauling men
We’ve seen the edge of the bitter world
Pull away, you hauling men
One last heave for the iron chain
And then we’re off the sea again.
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration2:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, rhythmic sea shanty, naval ballad, wooden stomp and clap, raw and weathered voice, storytelling style, 1800
Credits
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HamCheck
HamCheckModelAria v5
