Drunken Sailor (Raw Harbor Edition)
A brutal, storm-driven reinterpretation of the traditional sea shanty.
Drunken Sailor (Raw Harbor Edition) drags the classic into dark waters — with pounding drums, gritty guitars and the smell of salt, rust and rum in the air.
No polished folklore. Just raw harbor fury.
Lyrics
Drunken Sailor (Raw Harbor Edition)
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
He pissed his pay in a dockside fight
Lost his blade in a whorehouse night
Couldn’t stand when the watch bell rang
Now three good men lie cold and sank
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the longboat till he’s sober
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
He cursed the wind and he cursed the tide
Left the helm in a drunken stride
Storm came down like a cannon blast
Split the main and it broke the mast
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the longboat till he’s sober
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him
Early in the morning
Tie him fast to the broken rail
Let the thunder tell the tale
No more rum and no more lies
Let him face the blackened skies
Rum in his gut and shit in his head
Swore he’d steer but he slept instead
Now the sea wants a proper due
And the crew wants blood before we’re through
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning