Verse 1

We left the harbor thin and gray

With bread gone stale and debts to pay

The captain spat and split the dawn

Said, “Turn your fear to wind and song”

Tar on the rope and salt in my beard

One bad coin and a hundred cheers

I watched the shore get small and dim

And laughed like hell to keep us in

Pre-Chorus

Raise the cup

Hold the line

Black salt water

Bides our time

The moon is up

The gulls all cry

We take what comes