The Tale of Terrible Tilly

I tell you now a story true, a tale of three brethren born
 Who lived within a lighthouse built upon a spur of stone
 Ten miles out to sea, life was brewed with misery
 When they tended Terrible Tilly back in 1943
 The three men had heard stories from the women who had cried
 How their husbands went to build the light, but many of them died
 Bodies swallowed by sea, such an awful tragedy
 And how that rock was an evil place the living should not be
 And the waves were crashing round them through the belly of the storm
 With the water rising on all sides they were praying for the morn
 The spirits and the wind were wailing up a ghostly song
 As they tended to the light, but kept on wishing for the dawn
 Their residence began there in November of the year
 And soon they came to know that they had very much to fear
 Ghosts would haunt them in their dreams, terror frozen in their screams
 While the days were growing darker and the rain came down in streams
 It took the three a fortnight to believe that the place was cursed
 And with winter fast approaching, they got ready for the worst
 With a tempest beating down, would they live or would they drown
 And would their souls be trapped forever and their corpses never found
 And the waves were crashing round them through the belly of the storm
 With the water rising on all sides they were praying for the morn
 The spirits and the wind were wailing up a ghostly song
 As they tended to the light, but kept on wishing for the dawn
 When the devil wants a dance with you, you dance 'til the music stops
 But the three went out into the storm and left that cursed rock
 Soon they sunk beneath the waves, crushing black became their graves
 And the light of Terrible Tilly, it was never lit again
 And the waves were crashing round them through the belly of the storm
 With the water rising on all sides they were praying for the morn
 The spirits and the wind were wailing up a ghostly song
 As they tended to the light, but kept on wishing for the dawn