In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby When I wake there’s just the ache that'll haunt me till I die When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west I pray they’ll guide her home and put my heart to rest Press gang filled this Man-o-War To make the black mouthed cannon roar Now all my trade is ball and blade, and blood forever more And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean’s howl and squall A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck, at the devil’s beck and call.. at the devil’s beck and call
Oh, Lord, why did you take her She meant so much to me Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer Drowning out at sea I’m killing and I’m drinking my blue heart to black But I swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again if you bring her back