Twas in the gulf of Mexico we sailed a crimson tide
And all the other pirates began to run and hide
"This is a devil's omen, we cannot pump these seas"
I found myself alone on deck, so the task it fells to me
The pumpy quest ahead of me was ominous and grim
Our ship was sinking rapidly, the red tide flowing in
I battened down the hatches, prepared to do what's right
I screamed a mighty battle cry and pumped all through the night
— Man The Pumps — Alestorm points out a small problem
