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Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again. |
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He's looking for a savior, he's looking for a friend. |
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The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been. |
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So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in. |
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When I was just a young'un, Sarah, came without a sound. |
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She said this ship had sank and now many soldiers drowned. |
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Said that, damn I met the Devil on the banks of hostelry. |
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We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea. |
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When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hold, |
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Of a prison ship bound for Australia. |
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Many good men were we, on the bastard of the sea, |
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And the ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya! |
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Has he cursed or damned you, or brought you to the well, |
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Or had you shuck and sully seven miles below hell. |
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For doomed trips and Coffin ships the smiling bastards lay, |
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Counting out their pennies to spend another day. |
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When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hold, |
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Of a prison ship bound for Australia. |
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Many good men were we, on the bastard of the sea, |
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And a ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya! |
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So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again. |
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He's looking for a savior, he's looking for a friend. |
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The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been. |
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So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in. |
