Heave Away, Haul Away (Sable Sea Pt. 3)

Black waters surge below Dusky skies overhead If you'd contend with the coming storm Sure, by god, you'd wind up dead The boxed-in, sable sea you sail Is known to drive men mad So, full sail t'ward the northern wall Your hull all ironclad Heave away, haul away O, great and joyful sound Heave away, haul away To freedom, now you're bound