Black Flag Bay 28 - Cold Northern Waters | Traditional Sailor Song

⚓ Traditional Sea Shanty Authentic sailor work song inspired by 18th–19th century maritime folk. Call and response vocals, rough male chorus, and rhythms once used by sailors to haul ropes and raise sails. 🌊 From the docks to the open sea — Black Flag Bay 🎤🎶🎵 SING ALONG! 🎵🎶🎤 “Haul away Boys!” — the bosun cries Salt in his beard and sleep in his eyes Ropes in our hands Pitch in our shoes We left our homes We paid our dues Roll Old ocean Roll Carry our battered souls From the harbor’s glow to the black below Roll Old ocean Roll Seven long months since the shore grew thin Rum in the hold and rust on the tin Storms like a hammer on timber and nail We curse We laugh We ride the gale Roll Old ocean Roll Carry our battered souls From the harbor’s glow to the black below Roll Old ocean Roll Who digs our graves? (the ocean, boys) Who keeps our names? (the ocean, boys) Who hears our vows when the masthead groans? Only the deep The cold The stones Jack lost a hand and Tom lost an eye Will lost his nerve in a hard gray sky But shoulder to shoulder Line upon line We pull like the devil We sing to keep time Roll Old ocean Roll Carry our battered souls From the harbor’s glow to the black below Roll Old ocean Roll Roll Old ocean Roll (roll, boys, roll) Till we find that quiet shoal (roll, boys, roll) All content protected under YouTube copyright law.