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Black Flag Bay 14 - Rough Sailors’ Shanty | Traditional Maritime Folk

⚓ 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! 🎵🎶🎤 Oh the dawn was dull and the harbor gray When we signed our names and we sailed away With a patched-up hull and a crooked mast And a captain swearing this run’d be our last Salt on the ropes and tar on our hands Leaving behind the quiet lands Mothers crying on the broken pier We laughed too loud so we’d hide the fear Haul My brothers Haul Pull that line till your fingers fall Storm or starving We still stand tall For we’re brothers of the black-blue sea Hey My brothers Hey World turns slow where the white waves play Live or sink We will not stray From our brothers of the black-blue sea Three weeks out and the bread went green Fresh water low and the sky turned mean We cursed that chart and the captain’s pride Till the wind came howling from the starboard side Lightning walked on the creaking yards Rain hit hard like a deck of cards We tied each other to the rail that night Saying “If you go I’m gone from sight” Haul My brothers Haul Pull that line till your fingers fall Storm or starving We still stand tall For we’re brothers of the black-blue sea Hey My brothers Hey World turns slow where the white waves play Live or sink We will not stray From our brothers of the black-blue sea We worked that pump till our backs near snapped Cursed each nail where the caulking cracked But a sailor’s oath is a stubborn thing So we sang off-key just to taunt the wind We buried Tom in a canvas sheet Stitched his name where the seams all meet Shared his rum on the heaving swell Then we rang the bell and we wished him well Years roll on like a rolling swell New green lads who can’t yet tell Why we laugh at fear and we spit at fate Why we drink to the ones at the harbor gate Tell ’em this when the voyage is through Gold runs out But the stories stay true Cargo rusts and the captains fade But a brother’s hand never breaks Never frays Haul My brothers Haul Pull that line till your fingers fall Storm or starving We still stand tall For we’re brothers of the black-blue sea Hey My brothers Hey World turns slow where the white waves play Live or sink We will not stray From our brothers of the black-blue sea Haul My brothers Haul Raise your cups and outshout the squall If we fall We will fall enthralled With our brothers of the black-blue sea Hey My brothers Hey When I go Lay me down in spray Sing this song as I slip away To my brothers of the black-blue sea All content protected under YouTube copyright law.