Radney's Ghost Songtext
von The Killigans

Standing on the deck, it seems the moon is turning brighter
After eight months out to sea, I think I′ve gone insane
On the 21st of May, our ship set from Nantucket
Cutting through still waters of the night
At six and thirty men, the Town Ho's whaling out of sight

And now we′ll never find our way
For our sins we cannot pay, no way

(Steal, kill, play low)
Watch the pumps stop for
Damn your eyes to the mate
Now you better turn too
(Steal, kill, play low)


Break your backs now lad
Look away, look away
(Steal, kill, play low)
For the late man's soul
Being flogged on the deck
Was more than he could bear
(Steal, kill, play low)
You're hunted by old Radney′s ghost
Radney′s ghost

Come on

Well, Radney was a harpooner with a punch
Tied and plunged just like a whale
And still killed, called for the canallers
Here the crew could take him down

They cried the captains from the deck
"You pirates, you cutthroats
Are you sure to burn in hell for what you've done?"
And I′d be glad to send you there
Until the riggings with you 'til the morning sun

And now we′ll never find our way
Our sins we cannot pay, no way

(Steal, kill, play low)
Watch the pumps stop for
Damn your eyes to the mate
Now you better turn too
(Steal, kill, play low)


Break your backs now lad
Look away, look away
(Steal, kill, play low)
For the late man's soul
Being flogged on the deck
Was more than he could bear
(Steal, kill, play low)
You′re hunted by old Radney's ghost
Radney's ghost

One, two, one, two, three, four

Radney, Radney met his end
In the jaws of what he hunted
In the whale′s teeth the men washed his shirt
Like a bloody banner wave
And all the town was sailing on
And no one shed a tear
And the late man was spared his murderous fate
Until his family stayed behind
Still kept his heart until the end of his days

And now we′ll never find our way
Our sins we cannot pay, no way

(Steal, kill, play low)
Watch the pumps stop for
Damn your eyes to the mate
Now you better turn too
(Steal, kill, play low)

Break your backs now lad
Look away, look away
(Steal, kill, play low)
For the late man's soul
Being flogged on the deck
Was more than he could bear
(Steal, kill, play low)
You′re hunted by old Radney's ghost
Radney′s ghost