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Hauling for the Prize

chissilver

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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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