Lyrics:

"Invasion of Piracy"

Music of Tortuga

On a cold gloomy morning came upon we a port
our spirits were low and our supplies were short
Storm had just ended leaving need for repair
when we heard the sweet music drifting up through the air

Well our hearts warmed with hope when we saw the dim light
that shown through the fog like the stars in the night
Then came a call from the crow’s nest above  
“Me lads this be the port Tortuga!”

Now a ship of the fleet would be not welcome here
so we cut some dark canvas we’d stowed with the gear
and with some white washing that we had aboard
we painted a visage of skull and crossed sword

When the gangplank hit dock we let out a cheer
our thoughts turned to women to food and to beer
We ran for the taverns like children to faire
“Me lads welcome the port Tortuga!”

We ate we drank we danced and sang
me boys sing “Tu-ra-lu-ra”
The tankards clanked and the headboards banged
to the music of Tortuga

And so by the time that the sun it went down
we was all good and drunk and were stumbling around
Wide swung the door and our captain walked in
he looked at us all and he said with a grin

“Such a sorry lot I never did see
you call yourselves sailors you're no good to me”
“Well sir me captain this port it ain’t Rome
No sir this be the port Tortuga!”

We ate we drank we danced and sang
me boys sing “Tu-ra-lu-ra”
The tankards clanked and the headboards banged
to the music of Tortuga

And so for a fortnight we worked all day long
and spent our nights drinking with women and song
Traded some cargo for rigging and nails
and cut some clean canvas to patch up our sails

On the night that we set out for the fleet of our queen
and every night since when I lay down to dream
out in the darkness I swear I can hear
that sweet music of Tortuga

We ate we drank we danced and sang
me boys sing “Tu-ra-lu-ra”
The tankards clanked and the headboards banged
to the music of Tortuga

To Glory We Steer

 

When the hands were raised with the morning light

With a "deck there starboard enemy in sight"

By the Devil's eye they're in for a fight

So hoist our colors true...

 

Sailing hard and fast on a downward tack

Bearing 16 guns 'neath a flag of black

Boys now there ain't no looking back

Upon the sea so blue...

 

True, the sea was calm and the wind was fair

When the orders came "fire as you bear"

To cripple the bitch and collect our share

For serving on the crew...

 

To Glory We Steer, Our home is on the sea.

On the fearsome Drunken Dragon sails our Devilish company.

To Glory We Steer, to die or to be free.

To Glory We Steer... 


With the first volley like a toppling crown

Her whole main mast came crashing down

Like an eager harlot's evening gown

And her mizzen split in two... 

 

Then through the smoke came her reply

A ragged tattoo shook the pale blue sky

"helm a lee" came the bosun's cry

"May the Dragon get her due!"

 

We came about with cannons bared

Long orange tongues licked at the air

And the swivels caught them unaware

As the grape shot ripped right through...

 

To Glory We Steer, Our home is on the sea.

On the fearsome Drunken Dragon sails our Devilish company.

To Glory We Steer, to die or to be free.

To Glory We Steer...  

 

Our Captain raised his flashing sword

And the call came down "prepare to board!"

The crew at arms reared back and roared

"The Dragon's come for you!"

 

On the quarter deck begun the fight

With pistol fire and cutlass might

And their Captain's face went lily white

When the master ran him through...

 

With the crew dispatched, we checked the hold

Found sugar, rum, and Spanish gold

A handsome fare for adventure bold

And the Dragon gets her due...

 

To Glory We Steer, Our home is on the sea.

On the fearsome Drunken Dragon sails our Devilish company.

To Glory We Steer, to die or to be free.

To Glory We Steer... 

 

Irish Rover

In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six
we set sail from the cold quay of Cork (cold Cork!)
we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
for the grand city hall in New York
we’d an elegant craft she was rigged for and aft
and oh how the trade winds drove her
she had twenty three masts and she 'stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of our best sligo rags
we had two million barrels of stone
we had three million sides of old blind horse's hides
we had four million barrels of bone
we had five million hogs and six million dogs
and seven million barrels of porter
we had eight million bales of old nanny goat tails
in the hold of the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
there was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Dudley McGurk who was scared stiff of work
and our chaplin from Meath called Malone
there was Slugger O' Tool who was drunk as a rule
and Fightin' Bill Tracy from Dover
and your Man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measels broke out
and our ship lost her way in a fog (great fog!)
and that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
just meself and the captains old dog (big dog!)
well the ship struck a rock, oh lord what a shock
and nearley tumbled over
turned nine times around,
and the poor old dog was drowned...
I'm the last of the Irish Rover!

Cruiscan Lan

 

Let the farmer praise his grounds, let the huntsman praise his hounds,
Let the shepherd praise his dewy scented lambs;
oh but I, more wise than they, spend each happy night and day
With my darlin' little cruiscin lan, lan, lan
Oh, my darlin little cruiscin lan.

Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Oh! gramachree ma cruiscan lan


Immortal and divine, great Bacchus, god of wine
Create me by adoption your own son.
In the hopes that you'll comply, that my glass shall ne'er run dry
Nor my darlin' little cruiscan lan lan lan
My darlin' little cruiscan lan

 

Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Oh! gramachree ma cruiscan lan


And when cruel Death appears, in a few but happy years,
And says "why don't you come along with me",
I'll say, 'Begone, you knave! For King Bacchus gave me leave
To fill another cruiscan lan lan lan
To take another cruiscan lan


Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Oh! gramachree ma cruiscan lan

 

So fill our glasses high, let's not part with lips so dry
although the lark proclaims it is the dawn
and since we can't remain may we shortly meet again
To fill another cruiscan lan lan lan
to share another cruscan lan

 

Gra-ma-chree ma-cruiscin, slainte geal mavoorneen
Gra-machree ma cruiscin lan lan lan,
Oh! gramachree ma cruiscan lan

Parson of the Pub

I was born in the galley of a cargo ship
that they called the Southern Star
I was raised on the reading of the word of God
counting cards and tending bar.

The mast was my steeple, the poop deck my pew,
my bishop was a mouse.
Scurvy and starvation were my congregation
til I bought a public house.

Now it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you'll never be a failure
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
When you grew up preaching to the sailors.

My daddy was an English protestant
My mother was a Scot.
I thought I would wear the pants in my clan
but this Kilt was all I got.

They asked me which block was my favorite flock
ever since I was a nipper.
Puritans, I confess, will make a smaller mess,
but Catholics are much better tippers.

And it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you'll never be a loser
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
Cause a beggar cannot be a chooser.

The stated position of the Inquisition
is I should go underground.
As long as I'm gone before they flame on,
I'll be safe and sound.

My religious views may not be big news
but still they get people thinkin'.
Cause mercy is mercy, the word is the truth,
and everyone's blessed when you're drinkin!

And it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you never can deny it.
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
The hard part is keepin' it quiet.

Now I don't get nervous when folks ask for service
I just keep it straight in my head:
You don't read Last Rites to the bride and the groom
and you don't baptize someone who's dead.

A man came to christen, my holy water's missin'
and my wellspring ran unclear,
but he was a sinner in need of salvation
so I baptized him with beer.

And it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you'll never have to fear it.
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
Cause everybody's in the spirit!

When I first encountered Captain Micky Slinger
he showed me his pistol and sword.
Now he keeps me in silver and spice from the East
and I keeps him right with the Lord.

Cause two Charlie Pirates were gambling one night
with our drunken Irish Bard,
So I fed them mead and whiskey and beer
and fed Mick some extra cards.

And it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you'll never be decoded
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
Cause the patrons aren't the only thing that's loaded!

So love your fellow man. That is the holy plan
and the recipe for great fun.
So let's raise a toast to the Holy Ghost
to the Father and to the Son.

And tonight we'll cavort with the girls of the Court
and we'll drink with our bretheren.
So let's finish Mass and fill up your glass
and somebody say A-Men!  (Amen!)

And it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you'll never be a liar
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
Cause you're always preaching to the Choir!

And it's Ho-Heave-Ho and ya Raise a glass
And you'll never be a liar
It's easy to be the Parson of the Pub
Cause you're always preaching to the Choir!

Cutthroat Life

 

Well I am not afraid to die in battle
blades of steel or cannon fire
I sail the sea and live for me

my freedom is but one desire
men I've killed not on my conscience
I drown all my sins in rum
indulging in such guilty pleasures
I've no fear of kingdom come

Yo Ho! Heave Ho!
As a Pirate I am free
It's a Cutthroat Life for me!

 

Well I staked my claim in the Spanish Main
as many others did the same
might have been poor where we was bore
but now we're sure of wealth and fame
always quick to clear for action
quicker still with wench attire
lust for treasure live for pleasure
freedom is but one desire

 

Yo Ho! Heave Ho!
As a Pirate I am free
It's a Cutthroat Life for me!


Call me thief or beggar, scallywag
or any name you choose to goad

As a Pirate I am free it's a Cutthroat Life for me
Well don't tell me the rules you have 
I live my life by the bretherens code

As a Pirate I am free it's a Cutthroat Life for me

Yo Ho! Heave Ho!

As a Pirate I am free
It's a Cutthroat Life for me

YO HO!

Samhain Sun

A cold October wind was blowing
cross the decks of the Samhain Sun
silently paddling through the black water
facing our duty there’s work to be done
Twenty of us were packed in each longboat
Up o’er the side and onto the decks
not a word whispered from the sailors on watch
just silent screams out of freshly cut necks

I only wanted to do by my duty
Never prepared for the horrors I’d see
Not enough rum here to forget their faces
Not enough whiskey to drown out their pleas

Seven on deck we dispatched without notice
then to the lower decks we crept
the captain and crew we killed in their hammocks
Then found where the women and children were kept
So we began to take them all for'd
the lieutenant had four of us find them a cell
and had us lock up all the children and ordered
the women be bound in the wardroom be held

I only wanted to do by my duty
Never prepared for the horrors I’d see
Not enough rum here to forget their faces
Not enough whiskey to drown out their pleas

When we came on deck that cold autumn morning
seventeen hammocks were laid in a row
last rights were read and we started them over
when one of the hammocks started to groan
We cut it open to find a survivor 
a child barely conscious with blood o’er his eye
tucked ‘tween  the legs of one of the sailors
to be thrown over to secretly die

I only wanted to do by my duty
Never prepared for the horrors I’d see
Not enough rum here to forget their faces
Not enough whiskey to drown out their pleas

In all of the hammocks we found other children
we ran below to the wardroom and found
most of the women tied up in the corner
while others to  tables and benches were bound
trembling and crying and bleeding they were
from the terrible things that had happened that night
we untied them, told them to stay and be quiet
and vowed to each other to set this thing right

I only wanted to do by my duty
Never prepared for the horrors I’d see
Not enough rum here to forget their faces
Not enough whiskey to drown out their pleas

We killed all the officers and in short order
swore all the crew to secrecy (to secrecy)
Knowing if ever we were sent for trial
We would all dance on the gallows tree (the gallows tree)
Never again will I follow such orders
of men bent on murder and cruelty (and cruely)
always a sailor I am not a traitor
‘twas not mutiny but decency

I only wanted to do by my duty
Never prepared for the horrors I’d see
Not enough rum here to forget their faces
Not enough whiskey to drown out their pleas

I only wanted to do by my duty
Never prepared for the horrors I’d see
Not enough rum here to forget their faces
Not enough whiskey to drown out their pleas

Mulcahey's Pub

 

I once knew a man from Dublin town

whose footsteps never faltered

no matter what he'd had to drink

he seemed to stay the same

he owns a pub in London

where the whiskey's never watered

a man who's good and a man who's fair

Mulcahey is is name 


oh romp and stomp and roundabout

and dance around the fire

grab a partner and a glass

and dance until its out

romp and stomp and roundabout

and dance around the fire

as long as we've got drinks and friends

we're never coming out

 

He had two boys named Mike and Tim

and a lovely teenage daughter

the boys they liked to scrap and fight

the fiddle she did play

the Mulcahey boys are known quite well
as champion bar room brawlers

while the lovely young Katherine girl
grew up and moved away

 

And romp and stomp and roundabout

and dance around the fire

Grab a partner and a glass

and dance until its out
Romp and stomp and roundabout

and dance around the fire

as long as we've got drinks and friends
we're never coming out

Dark Lady

 

A fierce one-eyed man named Baron LaBonne
A meaner pirate had never been known
And he sailed on the Dark Lady.
A ship strong and sound with a perilous crew
And high on the mast the skull and bones flew
Fleet and swift was the Dark Lady

And every night the Baron would drink a toast
and say, "Here's to your lovely lady host!
My one true love..."
"Hear, hear!" the crew replied
And the Dark Lady sighed.


A rich Spanish galleon was spotted one night
The Dark Lady's crew prepared for the fight
Clash of swords...but no Spaniard survived it.
Except for the girl with black eyes so bold
Found in the hull with the jewels and the gold
LaBonne laughed, and he took her for ransom.

And every night the Baron would drink a toast
and say, "Here's to your lovely lady host!
My one true love..."
"Hear, hear!" the crew replied
And the Dark Lady sighed.


The girl Carlotta was a beauty quite rare
With each passing night LaBonne couldn't bear
His empty bed. So he brought her to it.
Night after night LaBonne's heart filled with fire
his love for her grew he felt more than desire
on that day, he proclaimed that they would marry.

And on that night, he sang with jubilee
And said, "Here's to my lovely bride to be!
My one true love..."
"Hear, hear!" the crew replied
And the Dark Lady cried.


Late the next night a storm brewed out at sea
The Dark Lady saw her one chance to be free
Of the rival beauty of Carlotta
The ship steered herself to the heart of the gale
Where a wave swept the maiden out over the whale
Sweet revenge, on an unfaithful lover.

And on that night, the Lady drank a toast
And said, "Here's to your lovely lady host!
Your one true love..."
No voices replied
And the Dark Lady smiled.


 

And now every night when a storm fills the sky
some say that a ship still sails in it's eye
Fleet and swift, is the Dark Lady
A ship strong and sound with a perilous crew
And high on the mast the skull and bones flew
but the captain, that poor old bastard just stares out to sea.

And every night the Baron must drink a toast
and say, "Here's to your lovely lady host!
My one true love..."
"Hear, hear," the ghost crew replies
And the Dark Lady smiles.

Sailorman's Way

 

As I pace the quarters of my first command
my rank of post captain on the war sloop Slogan
I think of my father what little I knew

but like him before me, a sailorman true


I joined the Calypso at the age of ten 

the youngest midshippman in Hammond's command

for the promise of action to the Indies we sailed

for disease and rebellion and hurricane gales


That day on the gun deck I met me first crew

me own Da among them though ne'er of us knew

for my name is Slinger and his was McCann

and he was a bold gunner and a proud sailorman


He taught me the ropes from the deck to the tops

to wash in the wardroom but hang o'er the slops

and though it was Nedly who taught me to play

me own Da he taught me the sailorman's way


He'd wax on the watches of exotic ports

likewise stories of Erin and me own County Cork

sang of an apprentice with blue eyes of glass

and I knew I had found me poor father at last


And I vowed to tell him upon the next morn

But the frogs snapped our cable, damn near ran us ashore

And of the French frigates, one sank and one ran

But among the dead crewman the gunner McCann


So all ye young sailors and all ye old hands

pay heed to my story of the proud sailorman

and always remember as I do today

Those bold men what taught you the sailorman's way

Ned the Bard

 

He's a man of many faces and a million songs to boast

A hero to us minstrels but the women love him most

He's given us a hope of living free and playing hard

Let's raise a glass to the shanty man who we call Ned the Bard!

 

Now I've known ned since I was young he taught me how to strive

for something like perfection  if only to survive

I've heard most of his stories it's a wonder he's alive

and you'd never know by looking but he's only thirty five!

 

He's a man of many faces and a million songs to boast

A hero to us minstrels but the women love him most

He's given us a hope of living free and playing hard

Let's raise a glass to the shanty man who we call Ned the Bard!

 

He's a man who's clean in word and deed of ever pure intentions

always shy and modest 'bout his prize-worthy inventions
I know his clever verses are beyond your comprehension

and if you believe that pack of lies you ain't been paying attention!

 

He's a man of many faces and a million songs to boast

A hero to us minstrels but the women love him most

He's given us a hope of living free and playing hard

Let's raise a glass to the shanty man who we call Ned the Bard!

 

He's a man of many faces and a million songs to boast

A hero to us minstrels but the women love him most

He's given us a hope of living free and playing hard

Let's have three cheers for the shanty man who we call Ned the Bard!

Parting Glass / Nova Scotia

 

Of all the money e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I've ever done,
Alas, it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.


If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile,
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
My own she has my heart enthralled,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.


Oh, all the comrades e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e'er I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay,
But should it fall unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be with you all.

 

Farewell to Nova Scotia , your sea bound coast

let your mountains dark and dreary be...

For when I'm far away on the briney ocean tossed

will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me...