Strike The Bell

Out on the poopdeck, walkin' about

Second mate Hawkins is so sturdy and so stout

What he is thinkin’ of, he doesn't know himself

We wish that he would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Down in the engine room, workin’ on the pumps

Leftie's gettin' oily and he's ready for his bunk

He cannot find the spanner and he swears likе merry hell

Wishin' that the sеcond mate would strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Up on the main deck, haulin' on the rope

The brown boys look to windward and they are not filled with hope

They see on the horizon, headin' in to swell

Wishin’ that the second mate would strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Up in the wheelhouse, Jason leads the band

Holdin' a squeezebox in his cold and weary hands

Plays a tune to tell us, ’We're sailin' into hell'

Wishin’ that the second mate would strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Forward in the foc'sle head, keeping sharp lookout

Johnny Mac is bawlin' in his [?] Northern shout

'The lights are burnin' brightly, sir, everything is well'

He's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Down on the mess deck, Toby's out of bed

Ready for the dog watch with a tricorn on his head

Thinks about Demelza, makes his poor heart swell

Hopin' that the second mate will strike, strike the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell

Upon the main deck, Captain Cleave does stand

On the hunt for mermaids with a spyglass in his hand

What he is thinkin' of, we all know very well

He's dreamin' more of chasin' tail than strikin' the bell

Strike the bell, second mate

Let us go below

Look away to windward

You can see it's gonna blow

Look at the glass

You can see that it has fell

We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell