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• Artiste: Gaelic Storm
• Titre: Turn This Ship Around
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Man-catchers took me family, shipped them to Kingston town I was left in Dublin, no way out but down I shipped aboard for better fare, stories I could tell I left that hole behind me, landed straight in hell Chorus: We want the sun, the ocean to swim in Tobacco, rum, the wild island women The old man says we’re homeward bound The crew says, “No, turn this ship around" They lash us without warning, they starve us every man They work us day and night, even longer when they can Our backs are burned and blistered, fever’s taken hold There’s fire in our bellies, but our blood is running cold No rum to warm the spirit, no breeze to cool the brow We sighted land two days ago, an island off the prow Red sky in the morning, captain best beware There’s rumblings down below decks, there’s murder in the air (Chorus) Bermuda waits behind us, it’s time for treachery It’s now or never lads, let’s put an end to misery The knives are out and flashing, there’s powder in the guns We’re sick of slop and scurvy, it’s time to cut and run The captain’s in his cabin, with a glass of sherry wine We’ll keelhaul that bastard, we’ll make him drink the brine The first mate’s on the foredeck, with a pistol in his hand We’ll string him from the rigging, he’ll never see dry land (Chorus)