Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got salt in my beard And smoke in my lungs A map full of lies And a ship full of tongues We sail where the law Is a rumor at best With our sins in the hull And a skull on the crest [Chorus] Raise up the black Boys Raise up the black Rum in my right hand Gold in the sack Storm at our backs and the gallows ahead Sing till the cannons wake up the dead Ohhh Rum in my right hand Gold in the sack [Verse 2] We stole from a king While he polished his crown Left him with curses And one burning town If fate wants a fight She can find us at sea Where the waves judge us harder Than any decree [Chorus] Raise up the black Boys Raise up the black Rum in my right hand Gold in the sack Storm at our backs and the gallows ahead Sing till the cannons wake up the dead Ohhh Rum in my right hand Gold in the sack [Bridge] If I swing at dawn Let the ropes all creak Let the choir be hoarse Let the timbers speak Carve this on stone So the tale rings true “I belonged to the deep Before the hangman knew” [Chorus] Raise up the black Boys Raise up the black Rum in my right hand Gold in the sack Storm at our backs and the gallows ahead Sing till the cannons wake up the dead Ohhh Rum in my right hand Gold in the sack
Tags
Rowdy sea shanty with stomping floor toms, raucous male gang vocals, and wheezing concertina. Start sparse with a lone voice and boot-stomps, then swell into big call-and-response choruses and clapping. Fiddle doubles the melody on the hook; last chorus pushes tempo and key slightly for a drunken, triumphant lift., shanty
Duration
3:01
Instrumental
No
Created
1/26/2026