Sea Shanty – Strike the Bell – Pyrates!

Sea Shanty – Strike the Bell – Pyrates! – Lyrics

Up on the poop deck, and walkin’ about
There is the second mate, so steady and so stout
What he is a-thinkin’, of he doesn’t know himself
We’re wishin’ he would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below
Look well to windward you can see it’s going to blow
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell
And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Down on the main deck, and workin’ at the pumps
There’s the starboard watch, just a-longin’ for their bunks
Lookin’ out to windward, they see a great swell
They’re wishin’ that the second mate would strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below
Look well to windward you can see it’s going to blow
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell
And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Forward on the fo’cs’le head, and keepin’ sharp lookout
There’s Johnny standin’, a-ready for to shout
The lights are burnin’ bright, sir, everything is well
And he’s wishin’ that the second mate would strike, strike the bell

repeat 2 times
Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below
Look well to windward you can see it’s going to blow
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell
And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Down at the wheelhouse, old Anderson stands
Grasping at the helm with his frost bitten hands
Lookin’ at the compass the course is straight as hell
He’s wishin’ that the second mate would strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below
Look well to windward you can see it’s going to blow
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell
And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Up on the quarterdeck, our gallant captain stands
Lookin’ out to windward with a spyglass in his hand
What he is a-thinkin’, we know very well
He’s thinkin’ more of short’nin’ sail than strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below
Look well to windward you can see it’s going to blow
Look at the glass, you can see that it has fell
And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell