Lyrics: Dustan Everett Townsend
Music: Dustan Townsend
With i-ron fists
We shout at the sea
These fish won't have
Our company
At least not today
Not while we breathe
Yo ho ho aye oh
The blackjack we drink
Steadies the hand
That batten down the hatch
Or raise a flag
If these clouds are thick
Our blood is as strong as
The man-o-war, aye oh
Man-o-war!
Oh ho aye oh!
Ferry us along
With freights of gold
Yo ho ho!
Oh aye oh!
Plunder straight through the waves
Left a bonny young lass
Back in my town
To search for coins
To settle down
To care for my babe
She's carrying around
Yo ho ho aye oh
Man-o-war!
Oh ho aye oh!
Ferry us along
With frะตights of gold
Yo ho ho!
Oh aye oh!
Plunder straight through the wavะตs.
As the old salt once said
Back in anchor's pub
If the tall clouds are flat
Ya scurry along
'Cause when trouble that fierce
Brews in the sea
Yo ho ho aye oh
(Fire in the hole!
Fire!
Aaah!)
When privateers
Tried to scuttle our ship
The old man was stubborn
As he is quick
And the coxswain held calm
As he guided the wind
To sink their sorry boat
Man-o-war!
Oh ho aye oh!
Ferry us along
With freights of gold
Yo ho ho!
Oh aye oh!
Plunder straight through the waves
Man-o-war!
Oh ho aye oh!
Ferry us along
With freights of gold
Yo ho ho!
Oh aye oh!
Plunder straight through the waves