Widow’s Haul
Chuck Tinsley & Eric Williams
Released: October, 2008
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Widow’s Haul Lyrics
Aye, the Captain always told us of coffers filled with gold
And his laugh would set the whole ship shaking
He had a map, he said, to the Isle of the Dead
Where the Haul, it would be ours for the taking
“But it’s cursed, mind you,” came the whispers of the crew
“And death awaits any who come sailing.
Many a good crew have tried, and every man among them died
And left their widows nothing but the wailing.”
CHORUS:
They buried it down under six feet of ground
In the graveyard of the Holy Mother
By the church that lies in ruin at the heart of Dead Man’s Isle
And a curse be on he who plunders.
There be silver and gold, and countless jewels, I’m told,
and death to every man who answers it’s call,
But if you dig straight down into the Holy Ground,
They say you’ll reap the Widow’s Haul
Aye, the Captain’s mind was set, so we all tried to forget
the dire consequences before us.
We left port in early May on a bright and sunny day
Our spirits roused by a seagulls’ chorus.
But as the light began to dim, the outlook soon turned grim,
Half the food in the hold was rotten.
And the first mate broke his neck just by trippin’ on the deck
It was clear that the curse was not forgotten.
June brought a nor’west gale that tore holes in all our sails
And blew fifteen of the crew o’er the side.
In the heat of mid-July, the Cabin Boy thought he could fly
I can still hear how he screamed before he died.
“Captain, cut this voyage short, and please drop us off at port
Before we’re at the bottom of the sea!”
But the old man was in a fever and refused to let us leave her,
And he cackled more with madness than with glee.
When Dead Man’s Isle came into view, we were just a skeleton crew
Barely half a dozen men kept us on course.
O’er the side the Captain dove then he swam into the cove,
And we followed him right to the treasure’s source.
So we dug six feet down, and then six more until we found
A cavern tunnel, dirty, round and small,
And at that tunnel’s end, the Captain shouted, “Come, my friends!
Behold the glory of the Widow’s Haul!”
There were piles and piles of gold, too much for us all to hold,
Gems and Jewels that by the torchlight shone,
Silver cups and golden crowns, pieces of eight lay all around,
Truly a fortune more than any had known.
Then came a rumble and a crash and the air filled up with ash
The tunnel had collapsed behind us.
We tried to dig our way back out, but we were left with out a doubt
that the curse had finally come to find us.
