Keelhauled

Alestorm
Música y Letras: Christopher Bowes


My friends, I stand before you
to tell a truth most dire.
They lurks a treator in our mist
who haven't vote the captain's ire.

He don't deserve no mercy,
we ought to shoot him with a gun,
but I am not an evil man
but first let's have a little fun.

We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope
and throw him overboard,
drag him underneath the ship,
a terrifying deadly trip.

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber,
send him down to the depths below,
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and the Yo-Ho-Ho.

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber,
send him down to the depths below,
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and the Yo-Ho-Ho.

I will not say what he has done,
his sins are far to grave to tell,
it's not my place to judge a man
but for them he will burn in hell.

The sharks will dine up on his flesh
and Davy Jones will have his soul,
take his money and his hat,
he won't need them where he's gonna go.

But first let's tie him to a rope
and throw him overboard,
drag him underneath the ship,
a terrifying deadly trip.

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber,
send him down to the depths below,
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and the Yo-Ho-Ho.

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber,
send him down to the depths below,
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and the Yo-Ho-Ho.

We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope
and throw him overboard,
drag him underneath the ship,
a terrifying deadly trip.

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber,
send him down to the depths below,
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and the Yo-Ho-Ho.

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber,
send him down to the depths below,
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and the Yo-Ho-Ho.