The storm raged on in the blackened night
The seas and the wind were wild.
Rapaire he swore 'twas the worst damn storm
He'd seen since he was child.

And have the crew were pale with fright
And half were green with motion,
As we pitched and rolled in that bitter cold
Through the mad and heaving ocean.

The timbers groaned and the planks they creaked
And the glass, it kept sinking down.
And we wondered if we were still alive
When seven-ninety came around.

And Ed curled up in the rope's end for'd
And wished he was in some bar,
For all he could hear was the screaming gale
MIdst the smell of hemp and tar.

She plunged uphill and galloped down
And she corkscrewed left and right.
And we prayed for an end to that endless sound,
ANd a glimpse of the dawning light.

But there was no end, and there was no dawn
ANd the storm never died away;
ANd through the night we just hammered on,
Dreaming of thirty-three kay.