The Greyhound's sinking in the waves as fast the sea receives her
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
And Captain Bryce is on the deck, so we, her hands, may leave her
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing
Bound for better sailing

At Bryce's word we went aloft and fought the screaming bluster
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
We shortened sails and trimmed the ropes with all that we could muster
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing
Bound for better sailing

The Greyhound fought to stay aright as, cruel, the wild waves tossed her
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
But when the mast began to crack, we knew that we had lost her
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing
Bound for better sailing

So put your back into it lads and haul against the thunder
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
And cry a prayer into the winds the ship won't pull us under
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing
Curse the Reaper cowled in black, he's laughing at your failing
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing
Bound for better sailing