text: Well I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles
  Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys
  God used me as a hammer, boys
  To beat his weary drum today
  Hoist that rag
  Hoist that rag
  Hoist that rag
  The sun is up the world is flat
  Damn 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
  Hoist that rag
  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 and the ghost bird sings
  And the gods go begging here
  So just open fire when you hit the shore
  All is fair in love and war
  Hoist that rag
  Hoist that rag
  Hoist that rag