Words and Music by Conor Doyle and Charlene Hurtubise © 2023

Frozen waves washing over the death of a ship
Endurance keels to port, held in an icy grip
Captain stands alone and cries “every man here will survive”

Battered hull echoes empty amongst the twisted rig
In a watery grave he hears the clock still tick
Slipping slowly under seas and the boss he’s last to leave

Chorus:
Lash it up and stow it boys the boss might come today
Lash it up, the boss might come today

Frozen hands reaching out across the open boat
Lifelines all cut, rescue the only hope
Three cheers as they pull away and the boss left us today

Set a course for an island south of Georgia Sound
So many miles, many miles abound
Storms squalls on the stormy sea if the boss falls so do we

Chorus

Bridge:
Six strong men in the James Caird
Seventeen days they were on board
Hungry, tired, bruised and scarred
So many miles we didn’t get far

Navigating the Southern Ocean
Put the hand of faith in motion
Common boys the boss is on his way

One last chance the job is done
Take me to your cap-i-tain
Don’t you know my name is Shackleton

Smokey eyes watch horizon, as the ship draws near
Counting weary faces, every man is here
We are all still here boss, not a life has been lost

Chorus:
Lash it up and stow it boys the boss came back today
Lash it up, the boss came back today