Rough Atlantic Sea

(альбом: XX - 2012)

And it's way, haul away, haul
Roll 'er home and roll 'er home
I'm safe in the arms of a bonny fine lass
On the rough Atlantic Sea
On the rough Atlantic Sea

Aching back and salt-cracked hands
Haul, boys, haul 'er
Is the bane of a man from Newfoundland
On the rough Atlantic Sea

Rain and snow and sleet and ice
Haul, boys, haul 'er
For flour, rum, and sugarcane spice
On the rough Atlantic Sea

And it's way, haul away, haul
Roll 'er home and roll 'er home
I'm safe in the arms of a bonny fine lass
On the rough Atlantic Sea
On the rough Atlantic Sea

Months and months of blister boil
Haul, boys, haul 'er
Years of years of sweat and toil
On the rough Atlantic Sea

We got stuck in a storm one night
Haul, boys, haul 'er
In the fiercest wind with a nasty bite
On the rough Atlantic Sea

And it's way, haul away, haul
Roll 'er home and roll 'er home
I'm safe in the arms of a bonny fine lass
On the rough Atlantic Sea
On the rough Atlantic Sea

Finally the sea subsides
Haul, boys, haul 'er
And the arse of the ship is open wide
On the rough Atlantic Sea

A cheer went up when the ship went down
Haul, boys, haul 'er
And the lifeboats head for solid ground
On the rough Atlantic Sea

And it's way, haul away, haul
Roll 'er home and roll 'er home
I'm safe in the arms of a bonny fine lass
On the rough Atlantic Sea
On the rough Atlantic Sea

Here I stand in Jamaica, man
Haul, boys, haul 'er
Don't know if I'll get home again
On the rough Atlantic Sea

Well, an aching back and salt-cracked hands
Haul, boys, haul 'er
Is the bane of a man from Newfoundland
On the rough Atlantic Sea

And it's way, haul away, haul
Roll 'er home and roll 'er home
I'm safe in the arms of a bonny fine lass
On the rough Atlantic Sea
And it's way, haul away, haul
Roll 'er home and roll 'er home
I'm safe in the arms of a bonny fine lass
On the rough Atlantic Sea
On the rough Atlantic Sea