Well I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles
Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys
God used me as hammer boys
To beat his weary [bad word] today

Hoist that rag 

The sun is up the world is flat
 [bad word] good address for a rat
The smell of blood the drone of flies
You know what to do if the baby cries

Hoist that rag

Well we stick our fingers in the ground, heave and turn the world around
Smoke is blacking out the sun
At night I pray and clean my gun
The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings And the gods go beggin here 
So just open fire as you hit the shore
All is fair in love and war

Hoist that rag