作曲 : Lucas Lanthier
The last thing I remember
Was a spot of dirty weather
And the captain yelling through his beard
The next time I saw sunlight
My face and fingers didn't feel right
There was a pint of briny stowed in either ear
Bits of boat and sail confused
a glassy sea. Though much abused
The tempest, in the end, had let me live
Floating cold and dead,
the captains sideboard knocked against my head
Inside were rum and a soaking crust of bread
Oh
Hey-ho for the captains sideboard
Hey-ho for the captains sideboard
Come evening time a reddened eye
gazed down and set the seas awry
The stirring surge revealed a thick-tongued cry
Not alone; a bubbling moan
I likened it to pale-blue toes?
Just there! A pale-blue face oer pale-blue bones
Oh
Hey-ho for the corpse of Feyrac
Hey-ho for the corpse of Feyrac
The semi-buoyant first-mate
had expiredmet a dampened fate
But he blinked and swam, at least, at a mortal rate
He beckoned me, where could I run
He asked if I knew how far hed come
The captain had sent him up to fetch the rum
Oh!
Hey-ho, for the drowned are thirsty
Hey-ho, for the drowned are thirsty
I wondered if a ghost could drink
the ghost of rum, for the bottle tinkled clear and empty;
I was long since done
He waited there, I scratched my hair
I needed rum but how and where
I longed to cut away but hardly dared
Old Feyracs drowned and swimming face
Implied the course was clear.
My fate was death at sea,and I was late.
Standing, knife in hand,
I plunged the blade into my stomach
And the fount was bottled up, as Feyrac planned
Oh
And I went to join my Captain
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lucas Lanthier
[00:17.772]The last thing I remember
[00:21.112]Was a spot of dirty weather
[00:23.631]And the captain yelling through his beard
[00:28.732]The next time I saw sunlight
[00:31.774]My face and fingers didn't feel right
[00:34.277]There was a pint of briny stowed in either ear
[00:39.486]Bits of boat and sail confused
[00:42.265]a glassy sea. Though much abused
[00:44.741]The tempest, in the end, had let me live
[00:50.048]Floating cold and dead,
[00:51.991]the captains sideboard knocked against my head
[00:55.279]Inside were rum and a soaking crust of bread
[01:00.721]Oh
[01:03.267]Hey-ho for the captains sideboard
[01:08.604]Hey-ho for the captains sideboard
[01:16.054]Come evening time a reddened eye
[01:18.620]gazed down and set the seas awry
[01:21.513]The stirring surge revealed a thick-tongued cry
[01:26.904]Not alone; a bubbling moan
[01:29.512]I likened it to pale-blue toes?
[01:32.140]Just there! A pale-blue face oer pale-blue bones
[01:37.368]Oh
[01:40.085]Hey-ho for the corpse of Feyrac
[01:45.585]Hey-ho for the corpse of Feyrac
[01:48.021]The semi-buoyant first-mate
[01:50.765]had expiredmet a dampened fate
[01:53.276]But he blinked and swam, at least, at a mortal rate
[01:58.721]He beckoned me, where could I run
[02:01.403]He asked if I knew how far hed come
[02:04.122]The captain had sent him up to fetch the rum
[02:09.356]Oh!
[02:12.147]Hey-ho, for the drowned are thirsty
[02:17.580]Hey-ho, for the drowned are thirsty
[02:24.540]I wondered if a ghost could drink
[02:27.395]the ghost of rum, for the bottle tinkled clear and empty;
[02:31.911]I was long since done
[02:35.395]He waited there, I scratched my hair
[02:37.995]I needed rum but how and where
[02:40.747]I longed to cut away but hardly dared
[02:46.005]Old Feyracs drowned and swimming face
[02:48.570]Implied the course was clear.
[02:50.774]My fate was death at sea,and I was late.
[02:56.802]Standing, knife in hand,
[02:58.749]I plunged the blade into my stomach
[03:01.546]And the fount was bottled up, as Feyrac planned
[03:07.347]Oh
[03:10.037]And I went to join my Captain