Gaelic Storm - Turn This Ship Around lyrics

Man-catchers took me family, shipped them to Kingston town I was left in Dublin, no way out but down I shipped aboard for better fare, stories I could tell I left that hole behind me, landed straight in hell Chorus: We want the sun, the ocean to swim in Tobacco, rum, the wild island women The old man says were homeward bound The crew says, No, turn this ship around" They lash us without warning, they starve us every man They work us day and night, even longer when they can Our backs are burned and blistered, fevers taken hold Theres fire in our bellies, but our blood is running cold No rum to warm the spirit, no breeze to cool the brow We sighted land two days ago, an island off the prow Red sky in the morning, captain best beware Theres rumblings down below decks, theres murder in the air (Chorus) Bermuda waits behind us, its time for treachery Its now or never lads, lets put an end to misery The knives are out and flashing, theres powder in the guns Were sick of slop and scurvy, its time to cut and run The captains in his cabin, with a gla** of sherry wine Well keelhaul that ba*tard, well make him drink the brine The first mates on the foredeck, with a pistol in his hand Well string him from the rigging, hell never see dry land (Chorus)