**Gaelic Storm **
Well on me own in San Francisco, in the year of 1849
No money in me pockets, but there's mischief on me mind
It was Jimmy Kelly’s birthday, a businessman of high renown
He said he'd host a party, he invited half the town!
He said we'd all go drinkin’ on a paddle-steamer in the bay
With barrels full of whiskey; sure we didn't have to pay
But Kelly swiped the liquor, with a jigger full of maudlin
A pint of chloral-hydrate and a shot of opium!
Beat-down! Black-eyed!
Hobbled-up and hog-tied!
Shipped-out! Shanghai’ed!
Ne'er a "fare thee well"!
Rope-burned! Whip-cracked!
Burnt-back and hard-tack!
Davey Jones will steal your bones and send you down to Hell! (x2)
Well a lot of us, we hit the floor, ninety men or maybe more
They rolled us up in blankets and they dragged us to the door
They sold us to the Reefer just before she passed the Golden Gate
Before we all got sober, we were married to our fate
And miles away from all I knew, stranded with this rotten crew
With naught but work for us to do until we reached Peru
With blistered hands we'd haul the line, man the sails, swab the deck
And dream of Shanghai Kelly with a rope around his neck!
Now if you meet that Shanghai Kelly, you'd best take care around the booze
A pint of piquet special, and you're surely bound to lose
A year at sea and all I've got, when they dumped me on the docks
A broken heart, a broken head, the scurvy and the pox (x2)