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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.