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Well we just set sail from the isle of green this early Wednesday mourn, With a captain and crew who were tried and true, and a blood-red sky did warn Us of the danger brewing west; the storm it had begun. With our chins held high and steel in our eye; Captain Murphy shouting "It can be outrun!" chorus Sweat a little water, sweat a little blood Say a little prayer that the hold won't flood Skies turn black and the winds begin to blow We're 48 men and we're only flesh and bone and we wonder if we're ever going to get back home. We worked the wind and rode the waves, our ship we knew her well. 'Till we found at last that we'd never get past, and the sea began to swell. The ship and crew were turned and tossed, such a plight can't be ignored. So we dropped our sails as we heard the wails of Captain murphy shouting "There's a man overboard!" Sweat a little water, sweat a little blood Say a little prayer that the hold won't flood Eight men lie in the darkness down below Now were 38 men and we're only flesh and bone and we wonder if we're ever going to get back home. The waves began to crest the bow, men dying all around. When a lightening blast had broken our mast, and captain Murphy shouting "We'll be going down!" Sweat a little water, sweat a little blood Say a little prayer that the hold won't flood 20 more men to the darkness down below Now we're 18 men and we're only flesh and bone and we wonder if we're ever going to get back home Now the ship had lurched and broke in two with a great and thunderous roar So we said our goodbyes with salt in our eyes... and sank to the bottom of the ocean floor Sweat a little water, sweat a little blood Say a little prayer that the hold won't flood Sailors take heed of the red sky in the morn For you know you're just men and you're only flesh and bone, and there's someone who'll be waiting when you get back home |