The Greyhound

The Greyhound's sinking in the waves, as fast the sea

receives her.

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

And Captain Bryce is on her deck, so we, her hands, may

leave her.

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your

failing.

Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better

sailing,

Bound for better sailing.

At Bryce's word we went aloft, and fought the screaming

bluster

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

We shortened sails and trimmed the ropes, with all that

we could muster

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your

failing.

Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better

sailing,

Bound for better sailing.

The Greyhound fought to stay aright as, cruel, the wild

waves tossed her.

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

But when the mast began to crack, we knew that we had

lost her.

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your

failing.

Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better

sailing,

Bound for better sailing.

So put your back into it lads, and haul against the

thunder.

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

And cry a prayer into the winds the ship won't pull us

under.

Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry

grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your

failing.

Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better

sailing. (2x)

Bound for better sailing.