The Greyhound Songtext
von Heather Dale

The Greyhound′s sinking in the waves, and 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
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