
Old Ned (v1)
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- concertina
- melodic
- sea shanty
- introspective
- atmospheric
- mandolin
- fiddle
- mouth harp
- remastered
- 2010s
Lyrics
Verse 1
Twas a bright, sunny day
When the gallows were raised
Lessons thought learned
And life's choices appraised
The end of the line
This was surely to be
Of dreaded Old Ned
The scourge of the sea
Pre-chorus
Now pull up a chair, friend, and lend me your ear
For the tale that I tell you is stranger than fear
They say what happened defied God and man both
But I'll tell you the truth and swear you an oath
Chorus
Old Ned rides the tide
The sea that won't be tamed
For where the gale calls, Old Ned plays his game
Pray for your sovereign, by all gods ye ken
Pray, my liege, God help you - he's bested better men
Verse 2
Now a man of that cut
Has no shortage of foes
But one walked beside him
As anyone close
A handshake, a smile
And a blade at his back
A word to the king's men
And that was that
Pre-chorus
Now here is the part that they whisper and dread
For what came at the gallows would wake up the dead
They counted the steps and they fastened the rope
But no cable yet was spun that could strangle his hope
Chorus
Old Ned rides the tide
The sea that won't be tamed
For where the gale calls, Old Ned plays his game
Pray for your sovereign, by all gods ye ken
Pray, my liege, God help you - he's bested better men
Verse 3
In the light of the morning
As crowds gathered thick
He moved like the tide does
And was gone - just as quick
One arm hanging wrong
But he didn't much care
As he sailed through the throng
And into thin air
Pre-chorus
Now some say the crowd helped him, handed him free
Some swore that the devil had put out to sea
That the dead that he'd captained rose up from the deep
But I'll tell you the truth, friend - he was just hard to keep
Chorus
Old Ned rides the tide
The sea that won't be tamed
For where the gale calls, Old Ned plays his game
Pray for your sovereign, by all gods ye ken
Pray, my liege, God help you - he's bested better men
Verse 4
The traitor received
A well measured reward
Few inches of steel
At the end of the sword
Pre-chorus
And after that deed, well, the man disappeared
Like smoke off a cannon - exactly as feared
So gather your theories and sharpen your quills
For Old Ned left nothing behind but the chills
Chorus
Old Ned rides the tide
The sea that won't be tamed
For where the gale calls, Old Ned plays his game
Pray for your sovereign, by all gods ye ken
Pray, my liege, God help you - he's bested better men
Verse 5
Some said he was living on some nameless shore
With his gold and his sins and no reason for more
Some swore that a stranger had run him to ground
That others claimed Ned never truly was found
That three different mothers had sons by that name
That he died in the deep, or he never quite came
But the man at the bar, he just smiled at his cup
Narration
Nobody knows, friend - drink the thing up.
An old man grows weary and must take his leave
The left arm keeps ringing each time the winds heave
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