
Hauling for the Prize
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- sea shanty
- upbeat
- energetic
- male vocalist
- irish folk
- uilleann pipes
- canadian folk
- uplifting
- 2020s
About
Sea Shanty, Celtic fusion, drive.
Lyrics
Intro
Oh
Mmm-hmm
Hey
Verse 1
Stout pine mast
The salt on my lip is a stinging wine
I am casting the ropes
Leaving the grey docks behind
Ten months of mud
I trade for the glass of the deep
No time for the cradle
No hour for a land-locked sleep
Pre-Chorus
The horizon is calling my name
The gulls give a sharp-beaked cry
Low sky is a canvas of flame
Chorus
We pull on the line
We haul for the prize
Green water is heavy and cold
The Atlantic will open her eyes
Pull for the North
Haul till the sun goes down
Better a life on the crest
Than a grave in a dusty town
Pull it up boys
Pull it up boys
Verse 2
Twelve silver barrels
The hold is a hollow and wooden drum
Stiff fingers are bleeding
And feet in the leather are numb
Waves hitting high
We climb every white-capped mountain slope
I lean to the tiller
And knot up a thick hemp rope
Pre-Chorus
The islands appear like a ghost
The spray is a ghost in the air
I love more than anything most
Chorus
We pull on the line
We haul for the prize
Green water is leather and cold
The Atlantic will open her eyes
Pull for the North
Haul till the sun goes down
Better a life on the crest
Than a grave in a dusty town
Pull it up boys
Pull it up boys
Bridge
Unknown parts
New charts
Warm hearts
Waiting steady by the firelight home
Far reach
Long beach
Small beach (Small beach)
Let the barrel get the salt-white foam
Chorus
We pull on the line
We haul for the prize
Green water is leather and cold
The Atlantic will open her eyes
Pull for the North
Haul till the sun goes down
Better a life on the crest
Than a grave in a dusty town
Pull it up boys
Pull it up boys
Post-Chorus
One breath (Hey)
One step (Ho)
Away from a spirit-lit bay
One soul (Hey)
Bold roll (Ho)
Moving to get our own way
Chorus
We pull on the line
We haul for the prize
Green water is leather and cold
The Atlantic will open her eyes
Pull for the North
Haul till the sun goes down
Better a life on the crest
Than a grave in a dusty town
Pull it up boys
Pull it up boys
(Pull it up boys)
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