We have so far sailed maelstroms   Through the tempest light   This man-o-war   Spills forth with silks, spices and wines      Not limerick's dungeons eighteen months   Could kill my fervor for sea hunt   All herring lassies, gutter girls   They know what colored clews unfurl      These threads are full   Full of wind and tied in knots   Miss Forsythe's love   Was lost but never was forgot      Till olden age   Saber held fast to the sky   Sea cauldron's rage   The Cailleach tramps her cloak tonight   Tonight      For seven days   Braved howling winds, eddies and rains   Through towering waves   They say no bolder heart remains   Halcyon, green Clew Bay   A green Clew Bay      I buy these winds   To venge my children and their ghosts   I stole their ships   And every castle from their coasts      Need no advice   Nor approval from the queen   I live my life   Forever hellcat of the sea   Forever hellcat of the sea