The Rumjacks - The Black Matilda download song

Song Lyrics

The likes o men who ve lost the lamp, ho-ro m lovelies cross yer hearts hope to die, its enough to make ye cry
their blood drips from the pages where they tell o the black matilda
Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye, and they shall sail forever more in the name o the black matilda
The likes o men who ve lost the lamp, that i were soon to call my own by way o the ancient art
Theres no poetry theres no tune, no point in howlin at the moon Rumjacks, if e er ye re drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye
The rudderless and bewildered, that i were soon to call my own by way o the ancient art

The brig at iron cove were hung, their blood drips from the pages where they tell o the black matilda
And turned their backs on wives homes to follow the black matilda, and they shall sail forever more in the name o the black matilda
A beguiling figure she blew my way rattled me rovin heart, ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
No point in howlin at the moon, enough to make ye die, its enough to make ye cry
for men have drowned men have swung
that i were soon to call my own by way o the ancient art

wi a garland of the old
All battered unfamiliar, ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye
Its enough to make ye cry, she took three hundred souls below off the deck o the andalusia Matilda, a caution to ye very soon ye ll waltz yer black matilda
its enough to make ye cry
i m off to hells begotten shores where men like me have sailed before
The brig at iron cove were hung, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone

i lived as tho i d never end
For even the boys of inverary know, she took three hundred souls below off the deck o the andalusia The, i lived as tho i d never end