歌词
Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again.
He's looking for a savior, he's looking for a friend.
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been.
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.
When I was just a young'un, Sarah, came without a sound.
She said this ship had sank and now many soldiers drowned.
Said that, damn I met the Devil on the banks of hostelry.
We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea.
When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hold,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men were we, on the bastard of the sea,
And the ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya!
Has he cursed or damned you, or brought you to the well,
Or had you shuck and sully seven miles below hell.
For doomed trips and Coffin ships the smiling bastards lay,
Counting out their pennies to spend another day.
When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hold,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men were we, on the bastard of the sea,
And a ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya!
So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again.
He's looking for a savior, he's looking for a friend.
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been.
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.