BAICTIFS - The Galewind (Version #2)

Описание: By Artificial Intelligence Created Traditional Irish Folk Song
Music: Suno v4.5
Lyrics: Chat & Me

Oh who built her ribs from oak and iron?
Aye, the finest hands could find!
Who named her bold for the western gale?
The Galewind! The Galewind!

Haul her down, boys, haul her down,
The sea’s got a debt to claim,
Haul her down where the black waves pound,
And curse the storm by name.

She ran the shoals and she mocked the tide,
Aye, she never bent nor bowed!
From Cork to Tyne she carried our pride,
And she sang through the wind so loud!

Haul her down, boys, haul her down,
The sea don’t spare the brave,
Haul her down with a whiskey prayer,
And a fist for every grave

Oh the night came hard off the Donegal coast,
With a sky like a broken bell!
And the wind roared loud like a starving ghost,
From the pit where the damned all dwell!

Haul her down, boys, haul her down,
Hear the timbers scream her name,
Haul her down where the cold waves crown
The sea with salt and shame.

We lashed the wheel and we cut the sail,
Aye, our hands were torn and red!
But the rocks showed teeth through the driving hail,
And the ocean claimed her dead!

Haul her down, boys, haul her down,
No light on the prow remains,
Haul her down to the ocean’s crown,
And drink to the lost and slain.

Now when the wind comes howling low,
And the lanterns burn dim and thin,
You’ll hear her call through the sleet and snow—
“My boys… my boys… haul in.”

Haul her down, boys, haul her down,
Let the sea keep what it won,
Haul her down to the blackened ground—
The Galewind’s voyage done.

Aye… the Galewind’s voyage done.