"Sailmaker's Song" lyrics

Tomas died in his bed
Hey sailmaker bring his hammock
Wounds had festered and spread
Lay his body, by the mainmast
Wrap him up weigh him down

Caught in the blast from a gun
Hey sailmaker strap your palm tight
Tried to turn ship and run
Now he's resting, on the catwalk
Send him into the night

Weigh him down, read him a prayer
Mr Mead will ya say it
See you in heaven or fiddlers green
Or Tir na nog will it be?

Trevor died an old man
Hey sailmaker thread your needle
Back after years upon land
Pass the hat round for his people
Give as much as you can

Searching for Liberi town
Bring your bow and tune your kit strings
Fell of the ship and then drowned
Blow the bugle for his passing
Three times fire the guns

Weigh him down, read him a prayer
Mr Mead will ya say it
See you in heaven or fiddlers green
Or Tir na nog will it be?

To the deep, turned to moist
'Til the sea shall give up her dead
To the deep, turned to moist
'Til the sea shall give up her dead

Charlie had left us for years
Hoist our colours, bring the stretcher
Called when his time had drawn near
Write his name down in the ledger
Bow your heads to the dead

Smuggled his corpse out at dark
No more shifts and no more sailing
One last time we embark
Send his body off the railing
Drop him down in the deep