Turn This Ship Around(其他) - Gaelic Storm

Man-catchers took me family, shipped them to
Kingston town
I was left in
Dublin, no way out but down
I shipped aboard for better fare, stories
I could tell
I left that hole behind me, landed straight in hell
Chorus:We want the sun, the ocean to swim in
Tobacco, rum, the wild island women
The old man says we’re homeward bound
The crew says, “
No, turn this ship around"They lash us without warning, they starve us every manThey work us day and night, even longer when they canOur backs are burned and blistered, fever’s taken holdThere’s fire in our bellies, but our blood is running coldNo rum to warm the spirit, no breeze to cool the browWe sighted land two days ago, an island off the prowRed sky in the morning, captain best bewareThere’s rumblings down below decks, there’s murder in the air(Chorus)Bermuda waits behind us, it’s time for treacheryIt’s now or never lads, let’s put an end to miseryThe knives are out and flashing, there’s powder in the gunsWe’re sick of slop and scurvy, it’s time to cut and runThe captain’s in his cabin, with a glass of sherry wineWe’ll keelhaul that bastard, we’ll make him drink the brineThe first mate’s on the foredeck, with a pistol in his handWe’ll string him from the rigging, he’ll never see dry land(Chorus)