Mountain Jim & The Devil’s Dice

Oh, Mountain Jim was a sailor wild, with debts as tall as peaks,
He wagered all on games of chance, for thrills, and a bite to eat.
From tavern halls to stormy decks, his fortune always grim,
But still the crowd would murmur, "Luck’s bound to favor him!"

Heave away, Mountain Jim, the gambler of the tide,
He’ll bet his Boots, his Ship, his Soul, and laugh while luck decides.
The dice may roll, the cards may fall, but Jim will never run,
For Mountain Jim’s a tale of woe beneath the setting sun!

One cursed night on a rotting dock, Jim met a devil sly,
A figure cloaked in swirling smoke, with fire in his eye.
"Come, sailor, let’s make quite a deal—I’ll clear your debts away,
But one last roll, and win or lose, your soul’s the price you’ll pay."

Heave away, Mountain Jim, the gambler of the tide,
He’ll bet his Boots, his Ship, his Soul, and laugh while luck decides.
The dice may roll, the cards may fall, but Jim will never run,
For Mountain Jim’s a tale of woe beneath the setting sun!

The dice struck wood, they spun and twirled, the stakes as high as skies,
The fiend leaned close, his piercing gaze a portent of his guise.
A seven rolled—"The game is mine!"—but still the devil sneered,
"Enjoy your fleeting triumph, for your fate's already sealed."

Now sailors whisper Mountain Jim is bound to ghostly seas,
Forever rolling devil’s dice, a slave to his debt's decrees.
They say he haunts the halls, and boards every gambler's ship,
And with every roll of cursed dice, it tightens the devil’s grip.

Heave away, Mountain Jim, beware his fiery grin,
He’ll bet his Boots, his Ship, his Soul, and laugh while his luck dims.
The dice may roll, the cards may fall, but Jim is never done,
For Mountain Jim still haunts the tide, a gambler on the run!

So sailors, mind your wagers well, and keep your gold in hand,
For Mountain Jim will call your bluff, and drag you to his land!
If you see a shadowed ship with dice upon the mast,
Best turn your prow and flee the waves else this roll be your last.

Raise the sails, Mountain Jim, where cursed tides align,
He wagers more than gold can buy, your soul his devil's grand design.
The dice still roll, the cards still fall, his curse will never end,
For Mountain Jim still haunts the tide, where gamblers' dreams descend.

Hoist your cups and sing his song, a warning for us all,
The price of greed’s a heavy weight when devil’s dice do call.
So leave the bones, and hold your coin, and heed this sailor's hymn,
Or find your soul adrift the waves with cursed Mountain Jim.