From the album My Heart or My Head

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Gareth Hurwood - vocals / guitar
Sarah Tradewell - fiddle
Chris Van Sickle - piano
James Whittall - mandolin
Alex MacCuaig - upright bass / vocals
Tom Salter - drums

Lyrics

The waterfront of Istanbul is strewn with Russian sailors.
The vodka in the taverns is all walking out the door.
The Captain is belly-dancing with a hookah on his head,
And their ship is overloaded too.

‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway.
Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day.
‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway,
This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche.

The moustache and the monkey are singing gypsy songs.
They’ll wrap their wounds up in their turbans and sail for home at dawn.
The Captain is barking orders now, to an alley full of dogs,
And their ship will find its way back home - if they're very bloody lucky!

‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway.
Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day.
‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway,
This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche.

The wind is up, the deck’s awash.
We’re steaming full ahead.
The sun is rising with the tide,
And the Black Sea is turning red, so…

Sing a Black Sea shanty, Odessa we are bound.
Heave away and haul away if we don’t run aground.
‘Til every sailor’s mother and his lover hears the sound,
As we sail into O-dessa town.

‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway.
Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day.
‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway,
This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche.
Haul away!