Watery Grave

Oh brother, been 63 days
The water's been choppy, the whaler, she sways
Can't keep no food down, can't find no sleep
'Cause the night is too dark and the water's too deep

'Twas summer I boarded this old wooden ship
Sun, she was shinin' on Cullero's dock slip
But now it's all storms way out on the cold seas
And if I don't drown, then surely, I'll freeze

Wind, blow us over this inky black wave
Brother, protect me from a watery grave
A watery grave
A watery grave
A watery grave

Now the rats on the deck, nippin' my feet
And the holes in my rags, stealin' my heat
These bowls of brown soup, with barely no meat
Make me dream nightly of my sunny old street

But a poor fool like me's gotta earn a straight wage
So I walked myself onto this seafarin' cage
Where the captain's a bully and the crew's full of thieves
And the liquor's so bad I get the dry heaves

Wind, blow us over this inky black wave
Brother, protect me from a watery grave
A watery grave

Eight weeks, they said, eight
But it's ten weeks, we still wait
Not one lonely rock in sight
So it's another perilous night

Now come, young sailor, learn from my trials
If ya dreamin' of sailin' the Empire of the Isles
It's a tale of hard times, with death every day
So don't believe one word that captain might say

Wind, blow us over this inky black wave
Brother, protect me from a watery grave
A watery grave
A watery grave
A watery grave