Shanty

Better At Home

The weather is stormy, the clouds are so dark.
Row, row, we’d be better at home.
If we don’t row, we’ll be feed for the shark.
Row, row, (we’d) be better at home.

The scuppers are full of the water from the deck.
Row, row, we’d be better at home.
If we don’t buckle down, we’ll never come back.
Row, row, (we’d) be better at home.

Oh Johnny, it’s true, we were never best friends.
Row, row, we’d be better at home.
But I’ll have one with you if this helltrip well ends.
Row, row, (we’d) be better at home.

When I was drunk, I spat three times on hell.
Row, row, we’d be better at home.
But now I fear this will be my last farewell.
Row, row, (we’d) be better at home.