The Greyhound by Heather Dale video

NOTICE: HEATHER DALE HAS A NEW CD OUT!!! Same as the other two. Don't own diddly squat. The Greyhound's sinking in the waves, and fast the sea receives her. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! And Captain Bryce is on her deck, so we, her hands, may leave her. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing. Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing. At Bryce's word we went aloft, and caught the screaming bluster Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! We shortened sails and trimmed the ropes, with all that we could muster Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing. Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing. The Greyhound fought to stay aright as, cruel, the wild waves tossed her. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! But when the mast began to crack, we knew that we had lost her. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing. Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing. So put your back into it lads, and haul against the thunder. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! And cry a prayer into the winds the ship won't pull us under. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!