Coppinger

A ship lay off this county
Not far from Hartland Bay
She struck her bows against the rocks
All souls were swept away
But from the wreck swam one man
The survivor of that storm
An old black cloak, no words he spoke
Cruel Coppinger was born

A farmer's daughter came on down
To see this fearsome wreck
A handsome man within her sights
Her horse he quickly leapt
And off towards that cottage door
Where the fields were soft and gay
A foreign tongue said, "Marry me"
Cruel Coppinger the Dane [?]

Thunder, you can hear him call
A thundеr board onto the Black Prince of the night
Hеar him call
A thunder board onto the Black Prince of the night [?]

Well quickly things were turned around
Her father laid to rest
The stocks and farm were passed along
Cruel Coppinger was blessed
So he took a reckless revelry
Such pirating and crime
He drove that coast, that county boast [?]
The Black Prince of the night

Thunder, you can hear him call
A thunder board onto the Black Prince of the night
Hear him call
A thunder board onto the Black Prince of the night
Onto the Black Prince of the Night

For years they bid him royalty
Great captain of that sea
Until one night that tempest cried
"Come down and take your leave"
So he lay his cloak along the rocks
He bid them all farewell
Within a flash, that thunder cracked
And banished him to Hell

Thunder, you can hear him call
A thunder board onto the Black Prince of the night
Hear him call
A thunder board onto the Black Prince of the night
Onto the Black Prince of the Night