The Rumjacks - The black matilda lyrics

By the windy shores o Canada bay I
Broke my fast for Lucia's day
A beguiling figure she blew my way
& rattled me rovin' heart the snipers crack
The metronome of pricy heels
On polished stone
That I were soon to call my own
By way o' the ancient art
I were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim
That scours the Costa harryin'
The likes o' men who've lost the lamp
The rudderless and bewildered
The sands below are littered wi' bones o'
Those who've taken a belly o' stones
And turned their backs on wives &
Homes to follow the black Matilda
Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts
& hope to die if e'er ye're drawn beneath a
Murky fathom of her eye
Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer
Arse a fond goodbye
Ye'll never again be able to lift
Yer head so bloody high
For even the boys of Inverary know
From Tortuga to Jericho
She took three hundred souls below off
The deck o' the Andalusia
The poets and the Sages tried to
Warn us down the ages
Their blood drips from the pages where
They tell o' the Black Matilda
She pursed her lips & spun a tune
As fine as any silk cocoon
That's ever left McEacherns loom & held
Me there in a tawper
A bastard I was born y'ken? I
Lived as tho' I'd never end
I'll die a disenchanted man
They'll bury me as a pauper
For men have drowned & men have swung
The brig at Iron Cove were hung
Wi' a garland of the old, the young
All battered & unfamiliar
Theres no poetry theres no tune
No point in howlin' at the moon
A caution to ye very soon
Ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda
By the windy shores O' Canada bay
I blew my friggin brains away
Its not as tho' I'm proud to say
It's not as tho I coulda killed her
I'm off to Hells begotten shores where
Men like me have sailed before
And they shall sail forever more in
The name o' the Black Matilda
Ho-Ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts
& hope to die its enough to make ye cry
Enough to make ye cry!
Ho-Ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
Its enough to make ye cry
Enough to make ye DIE!