The sandshark feeds on the sailor
bold
'Till his throbbing heart grows poor and old
Or swallows him down while he's tender and young
And laps his blood with a greedy tongue
Laps his blood with a greedy tongue
Not where the upland fountains play
Not where the timid minnows stay
But close by the surf of the mighty deep
In the gulf of hell does the sandshark sweep
The gulf of hell does the sandshark sweep
By the Devil's reef at noon and night
In the alley dark and the barroom bright
Quick as the victim comes to the lair
He is clutched by the gory monster there
Clutched by the gory monster there
What cares he for the sailor's cries
For the father's groans or the mother's sighs
He has sought that sailor from pole to pole
And the sandshark eats him body and soul
The sandshark eats him body and soul
In the sandshark's haunts there is music heard
And the sparkling waves of the bowl are stirred
And the siren's lust and the gambler's spell
Are thick by the sandshark's road to hell
Thick by the sandshark's road to hell
And seldom 'ere shall the victim pass
From the harlot's grip or the demon glass
For at home and abroad through every flood
The sandshark waits for the sailor's blood
The sandshark waits for the sailor's blood