Pour The Rum: Pirate Shanty

Song Lyrics: The water in the cask went sour and green, The foulest damn puddle that you ever have seen! The biscuits are crawling with weevils and blight, And the wind has been dead since the middle of the night! But the quartermaster opened up the trap in the floor, And hauled up a vintage from a tropical shore! A barrel of mahogany, of sugar and flame, To make you forget every sorrow and name! So pass the heavy ladle and unlock the dark chest, We are drinking the fire right out of the west! Pour the rum! Let it run! Drink the dark ocean dry! We will lift up the glass to the black-hearted sky! It’s the blood of the reckless, the fuel of the bold, And it’s worth ten times more than the Spanish king's gold! Let the empires collapse, let the colonies sink, We’ll fight to the death for the pirate's drink! It burns like a lantern as it goes down the neck, And sets off a dance on the quarter-inch deck! It makes the first mate look like a beautiful bride, And makes a man brave through the worst of the tide! The fiddle is screaming, the boots smash the floor, And we won't stop the noise till they kick down the door! With a belly full of lightning and a cup full of coal, There is nothing on earth that can conquer our soul! The bottle is spinning, the custom is old, We are keeping the frost from the deep-water cold! Pour the rum! Let it run! Drink the dark ocean dry! We will lift up the glass to the black-hearted sky! It’s the blood of the reckless, the fuel of the bold, And it’s worth ten times more than the Spanish king's gold! Let the empires collapse, let the colonies sink, We’ll fight to the death for the pirate's drink! Spill a drop! Pass the jug! We are filling the tankard and draining the mug! The world is a-turning, the current is deep, But the rules of the dry land are nothing to keep! Pour the rum! Let it run! Drink the dark ocean dry! We will lift up the glass to the black-hearted sky! It’s the blood of the reckless, the fuel of the bold, And it’s worth ten times more than the Spanish king's gold! Let the empires collapse, let the colonies sink, We’ll fight to the death for the pirate's drink! Raise the mug, let it roll! Bottoms up, bless the soul!