Davey’s Sunken Hell

Pass the flagon here, a bit of rum would do me well
Aye, we’re going down straight to Davey’s sunken hell
Sing a shanty fair, and we will swill away the grog
Salt is in the air, and it’s a jolly dying song
Ho ye scurvy dog, put away the rosary and sing along

For we’re all of us born to feed fish
To die by the cutlass or die with the ship
Lads weigh the anchor to make it go quick
As I get good and pissed off me peg

Join me on the deck. Ah, the sea, she’s growing tall
Curse the bloody gods who’d have us all be keelhauled
Hoist another cup, cause I’ve a thirst that needs a quench
Keep the hatches up, for it’s to hell we’re being sent
Boys, we’re getting drenched, bottoms up till bottom out, and sing again

For we’re all of us born to feed fish
To die by the cutlass or die with the ship
Lads weigh the anchor to make it go quick
As I get good and pissed off me peg