Hank Lamar

(Verse 1)
The gales are howlin' off the Spit,
(Bound for the Gut of Canso!)
The mainsail’s torn a jagged slit,
(And the tide is runnin' high!)
Old Silas lost his copper ring,
To the belly of a codling king,
Now all the ghosts begin to sing,
(And the tide is runnin' high!)
(Chorus)
So raise the glass and tip the jar,
We're chasin' the tail of old Hank Lamar!
From Bristol Bay to Zanzibar,
And the tide is runnin' high!
(Verse 2)
The purser’s ledger’s full of lies,
(Bound for the Gut of Canso!)
He’s got a squint in both his eyes,
(And the tide is runnin' high!)
He’ll dock your pay for broken glass,
And watch the weary seasons pass,
While we are kneelin' at the mast,
(And the tide is runnin' high!)
(Chorus)
So raise the glass and tip the jar,
We're chasin' the tail of old Hank Lamar!
From Bristol Bay to Zanzibar,
And the tide is runnin' high!
(Verse 3)
I’ll find a girl with yellow hair,
(Bound for the Gut of Canso!)
And leave the sea and freezing air,
(And the tide is runnin' high!)
But every time I touch the sand,
The ocean reaches for me hand,
I’m better off away from land,
(And the tide is runnin' high!)
(Chorus)
So raise the glass and tip the jar,
We're chasin' the tail of old Hank Lamar!
From Bristol Bay to Zanzibar,
And the tide is runnin' high!
(Outro Chorus)
Yeah, we'll hunt him down by the evening star,
We're chasin' the tail of old Hank Lamar!
From Bristol Bay to Zanzibar,
And the tide is runnin' high!

Traditional maritime sea shanty, baritone male vocal lead with chorus backing, rhythmic rowing tempo, acoustic folk, 18t