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Uploaded by on Sep 14, 2010

''One part roaring sea shanty, one part haunting Irish melody, and a solid chaser of gut-crunching street punk:The Dreadnoughts are Vancouver's biggest, baddest, drunkest, punkest celtic band.

Since their humble beginnings in 2006, drinking and playing in the roughest dive bars in the city, the Dreadnoughts have built a large and loyal following in Vancouver. They are often recognized as one of the best live bands in the city. They embrace the old-school destructive chaos of live punk, and they don't stop until the audience is exhausted, sweaty, happy, and usually pissed to the gills.

The Dreadnoughts take punk, celtic, and shanty-music seriously. They stay true to the ancient ballads and bawlers that once drove sailors around the world, and they smash out modern street-punk with a fury and intensity that is almost unmatched in their home city. Best of all, they do both at the same time.''

Lyrics:

Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again.
He's looking for a saviour, 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, Sir, I came without a sound.
She said this ship is sank and now a nice soldier's drowned.
(?)
We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea.

Well I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men believe, I'm the bastard of the sea,
And the ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!

As a ghost I damned you, I brought you to the world,
Or I'd just shuck and sully seven miles below hell.
For dune strips and Covent ships, smiling bastards lay,
Counting out their pennies to escape another day.

Well I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men believe, I'm the bastard of the sea,
And a ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!

So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again.
He's looking for a saviour, 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.

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  • @rossi19 "on a prison ship bound for australia"

  • @rossi19 on "a" or "the" prison ship

  • @rossi19 Ok, lyrics are here. :D Sorry. :)

  • I cannot find the lyrics. There is even no lyrics in the booklet (on this CD there is only Victory Square lyrics as I remember). So can someone tell me:

    "When I was 18 years old I was down in a hole on a prison ship..." and what to Australia? :>

  • awesome.

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