Time has come on this winters day,
All the voices I hear all the pa**ion play,
Over seas and tides, tonight we pray,
Seek the shadow of the Betsy Jane,
Morning bells for the lives that pa**ed,
All the souls we gave are tied to the mast,
And we sail along this holy day,
Fear the shadow of the Betsy Jane,
Never free from our ghostly veil,
And no mortal port will welcome our sail,
As the waves lap the shore, evermore we pray,
For d**h from the gallows of the Betsy Jane,