Hoist the Grog

Young Darby of Daren

Went sailing one day

To fill up his purse for his wife

When home he did sail after year and a day

His lass took his gold and his life

Then Darby of Daren rose out of his grave

No peace in the Earth could he find

He haunted his maid and the star that she gave

Well it drove her right out of her mind

Hoist the grog and I'll tell ye some lies

Hoist the grog, drop your anchor, and stay for a while

Hoist the grog to me mates in the crew

I spin a yarn for ye of the treacherous sea

And I swears not a word of it true

Three months under sail and I'm telling no tale, Bartholomew Robert's crossed eyed

My guns they went pale and I saw from the rail

That he had me dead like in his sights

I have no more plan than to give up me hand, and hope that my surrender he took

But without no pretension a broadside he sent, and I traded five fingers for hook

Hoist the grog and I'll tell ye some lies

Hoist the grog, drop your anchor, and stay for a while

Hoist the grog to me mates in the crew

I spin a yarn for ye of the treacherous sea

And I swears not a word of it true

Old powder horn James he had rum in his veins

Regardless of Sunday or sin

Cause my poor mate James he had lead in his brains

And stayed himself three sheets to wind

A surgeon he offered to save James the bother this pain from that fair ball of junk

No thank ye me brother, I rather the other, a pardon to keep me self drunk

Hoist the grog and I'll tell ye some lies

Hoist the grog, drop your anchor, and stay for a while

Hoist the grog to me mates in the crew

I spin a yarn for ye of the treacherous sea

And I swears not a word of it true

(I wouldn't do that to ye mate)

(Hahaha)