The Devil’s Crew

When night is still and owls do shriek
When air is thick and mist does creep
A song does stir upon the breeze
The Devil’s crew, a slow decree
A solemn march upon death’s moor
The witching hour, Old Gallows door
When road is black, flames break sight
A creeping cart rumbles along at night
A crooked tune upon the wind
The Devil’s crew, come back again
A whispered lament, a moaning song
To have fought till end, life no longer long
Shots of rum, flaming delight
Oh, to only return to Captain’s last fight
To die erect a chest aflame
Not to hang, our bodies lame
Captain brave and fierce as sin
We should have died next to sworn kin
His eyes as coal aflame on shore
Hell’s smoke billowed from his core
A twinkle alight always in eye
Silent threat of men to die
As the ocean became women fair
Upon men’s hearts he struck despair
One’s last fight, immortal cry
In death the Captain never died
Lament of time now lost
Such our end, the die thus tossed
When night is still and owls do shriek
When air is thick and mist does creep
A song does stir upon the breeze
The Devil’s crew, a slow decree
A crooked tune upon the wind
The Devil’s crew, come back again