Prompt / Lyrics
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.
Tags
male vocals, rhythmic sea shanty, naval ballad, wooden stomp and clap, raw and weathered voice, storytelling style, 1800
Duration
2:10
Instrumental
No
Created
1/19/2026