The Rumjacks - The black matilda lyrics

By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day A beguiling figure she blew my way & rattled me rovin' heart The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art I were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scours the Costa harryin' The likes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered The sands below are littered wi' bones o' those who've taken a belly o' stones And turned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die If e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye Ye'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high For even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho She took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia The poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages Their blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda She pursed her lips & spun a tune as fine as any silk cocoon That's ever left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper A ba*tard I was born y'ken? I lived as tho' I'd never end I'll die a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper For men have drowned & men have swung, the brig at Iron Cove were hung Wi' a garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar Theres no poetry theres no tune, no point in howlin' at the moon A caution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda By the windy shores O' Canada bay I blew my friggin brains away Its not as tho' i'm proud to say, its not as tho I coulda k**ed her I'm off to Hells begotten shores where men like me have sailed before And they shall sail forever more in the name o' the Black Matilda Ho-Ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry! Ho-Ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye DIE!