Gaelic Storm - Turn This Ship Around lyrics

Man-catchers took me family
Shipped them to Kingston town
I was left in Dublin, no way out but down
I shipped aboard for better fare
Stories I could tell
I left that hole behind me
Landed straight in hell

We want the sun, the ocean to swim in
Tobacco, rum, the wild island women
The old man says we're homeward bound
The crew says, "No, turn this ship around"
They lash us without warning
They starve us every man
They work us day and night
Even longer when they can
Our backs are burned and blistered
Fever's taken hold
There's fire in our bellies
But our blood is running cold

No rum to warm the spirit
No breeze to cool the brow
We sighted land two days ago
An island off the prow
Red sky in the morning, captain best beware
There's rumblings down below decks
There's murder in the air

Bermuda wait's behind us
It's time for treachery
It's now or never lads
Let's put an end to misery
The knives are out and flashing
There's powder in the guns
We're sick of slop and scurvy
It's time to cut and run

The captain's in his cabin
With a glass of sherry wine
We'll keelhaul that bastard
We'll make him drink the brine
The first mate's on the foredeck
With a pistol in his hand
We'll string him from the rigging
He'll never see dry land