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