Away in the Gutter lyrics
by Ye Banished Privateers
Away in the gutter
In a mangy ol' shed
Poor master Black Pete
Lay down his vile head
The drums are still ringing
The poor pirate wakes
He's flailing and fighting
All down with the shakes
I beg ye lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And bring this poor retch
'Til morning is nigh
A bottle of whiskey
Or of rum if you may
And save me from black cats
While I wander astray
The laden old sky
p*ssed down where he lay
The last wretched pirate
They left in the bay
And save me from cutlass
From drowning and axе
But most from that bast*rd
With the dueling sack