SONGBOOK
INDEX
ALABAMA
AWAY RIO
BLOOD RED ROSES
BLOW THE MAN DOWN
BOTANY BAY
BULGINE RUN (CLEAR THE TRACK)
BULLY IN THE ALLEY
CIDER
DAVY
THE DEAD HORSE (POOR OLD MAN)
DONKEY
RIDING
DRUNKEN SAILOR
ESSIQUIBO RIVER
GOODBYE FARE THEE WELL
GREY FUNNEL LINE
HAUL
AWAY JOE
HAUL AWAY JOE
HANGING
JOHNNY
HEART OF OAK
HOMEWARD
BOUND
A
HUNDRED YEARS AGO
JOHN
CHEROKEE
JOHN
KANAKA-NAKA
LEAVE HER JOHNNY, LEAVE HER
LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL
LIVERPOOL
JUDIES
LOWLANDS
MAID OF AMSTERDAM (A ROVING)
ONE MORE PULL BOYS
ONE MORE PULL BOYS
ROLLING
DOWN TO OLD MAUI
RIO
GRANDE
ROLL
THE OLD CHARIOT (NELSON'S BLOOD)
SANTAYANA
SHALLOW
BROWN
SHOALS OF HERRING
STORMALONG
JOHN
STRICK THE BELL
SOUTH
AUSTRALIA
SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT
TOMS GONE TO HILO
TOMMY'S ON A LILO
WHAT
SHALL WE DO WITH THE WAREHAM WHALERS?
WHISKY JOHNNY
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ALABAMA
When
the Alabama's keel was laid
Roll Alabama, roll
They laid her keel at Birkenhead
Oh, roll Alabama, roll
Oh, she was built in Birkenhead
Built in the yard of Jonathan Laird
Away down the Mersey she rolled one day
And across the "Western" she ploughed her way
With British guns, oh, she was stocked
She sailed from Fayal, in Cherbourg she docked
To fight the north Semmes did employ
Any method to kill and destroy
But off Cherbourg the Kearsage lay tight
Awaiting was Winslow to start a good fight
Outside the three mile limit they fought
An Semmes escaped on a fine British yacht
The Kearsage won - Alabama so brave
Sank to the bottom of a watery grave
Roll Alabama, roll
They laid her keel at Birkenhead
Oh, roll Alabama, roll
Oh, she was built in Birkenhead
Built in the yard of Jonathan Laird
Away down the Mersey she rolled one day
And across the "Western" she ploughed her way
With British guns, oh, she was stocked
She sailed from Fayal, in Cherbourg she docked
To fight the north Semmes did employ
Any method to kill and destroy
But off Cherbourg the Kearsage lay tight
Awaiting was Winslow to start a good fight
Outside the three mile limit they fought
An Semmes escaped on a fine British yacht
The Kearsage won - Alabama so brave
Sank to the bottom of a watery grave
AWAY
RIO
Traditional
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea,
Way, Rio!
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande!
It's goodbye to Sally and goodbye to Sue,
Way, Rio!
And you who are listening goodbye to you,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
So man the good capstan and run it around,
Way, Rio!
We'll heave up the anchor to this jolly sound,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande!
Our ship went a-sailing out over the bar,
Way, Rio!
We pointed her nose for the southeren star,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande!
The anchor is weighed and the sails they are set,
Way, Rio!
The maids that we're leaving we'll never forget,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea,
Way, Rio!
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande!
It's goodbye to Sally and goodbye to Sue,
Way, Rio!
And you who are listening goodbye to you,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
So man the good capstan and run it around,
Way, Rio!
We'll heave up the anchor to this jolly sound,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande!
Our ship went a-sailing out over the bar,
Way, Rio!
We pointed her nose for the southeren star,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande!
The anchor is weighed and the sails they are set,
Way, Rio!
The maids that we're leaving we'll never forget,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande!
Then away, love, away,
Way, Rio!
So fare ye well, my pretty young gal,
We are bound for the Rio Grande
BLOOD
RED ROSES
My
clothes are all in pawn
Go down you blood red roses, go down
And it's mighty draughty around Cape Horn
Go down you blood red roses, go down
Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down
It's round Cape Horn we've got to go
Chasing whales through ice and snow
Oh my old mother she wrote to me
My darling son come home from sea
Oh it's one more pull and that will do
For we're the bullies to kick her through
Go down you blood red roses, go down
And it's mighty draughty around Cape Horn
Go down you blood red roses, go down
Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down you blood red roses, go down
It's round Cape Horn we've got to go
Chasing whales through ice and snow
Oh my old mother she wrote to me
My darling son come home from sea
Oh it's one more pull and that will do
For we're the bullies to kick her through
BLOW
THE MAN DOWN
Come
all ye young fellows that follows the sea
To me, way hey, blow the man down
Now please pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down
I'm a deep water sailor just come from Hong Kong
You give me some whiskey, I'll sing you a song
When a trim Black Ball liner's preparing for sea
On a trim Black Ball liner I wasted me prime
When a trim Black Ball liner preparing for sea
You'll split your sides laughing such sights you would see
There's tinkers and tailors, shoemakers and all
They're all shipped for sailors aboard the Black Ball
When a big Black Ball liner's a-leaving her dock
The boys and the girls on the pier-head do flock
Now, when the big liner, she's clear of land
Our bosun he roars out the word of command
Come quickly, lay aft to the break of the poop
Or I'll help you along with the toe of me boot
Pay attention to orders, now, you one and all
For see high above there flies the Black Ball
Tis larboard and starboard, on deck you will sprawl
For kicking Jack Rogers commands the Black Ball
To me, way hey, blow the man down
Now please pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down
I'm a deep water sailor just come from Hong Kong
You give me some whiskey, I'll sing you a song
When a trim Black Ball liner's preparing for sea
On a trim Black Ball liner I wasted me prime
When a trim Black Ball liner preparing for sea
You'll split your sides laughing such sights you would see
There's tinkers and tailors, shoemakers and all
They're all shipped for sailors aboard the Black Ball
When a big Black Ball liner's a-leaving her dock
The boys and the girls on the pier-head do flock
Now, when the big liner, she's clear of land
Our bosun he roars out the word of command
Come quickly, lay aft to the break of the poop
Or I'll help you along with the toe of me boot
Pay attention to orders, now, you one and all
For see high above there flies the Black Ball
Tis larboard and starboard, on deck you will sprawl
For kicking Jack Rogers commands the Black Ball
BULLY
IN THE ALLEY
So
help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Way, hey, bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down the Shinbone now,
Sally is the girl down in our alley Now,
Sally is the gal that I spliced nearly
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
I'll leave my Sal to go a-sailin'
I'll leave my gal and go a-whalin'
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Way, hey, bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down the Shinbone now,
Sally is the girl down in our alley Now,
Sally is the gal that I spliced nearly
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
I'll leave my Sal to go a-sailin'
I'll leave my gal and go a-whalin'
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
So help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley
DRUNKEN
SAILOR
Heaving
shanty
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
ESSIQUIBO
RIVER
Traditional
Essiquibo river is the queen of rivers all
Buddy ta na na, we are somebody oh
Essiquibo river is the queen of rivers all
Buddy ta na na, we are somebody oh
Somebody, oh body, somebody, oh
Buddy ta na na, we are somebody oh
Essiquibo capen is the king of capens all
Essiquibo bosun is the king of bosuns all
Essiquibo sailors is the chief of sailors all
Essiquibo sallies is the queen of sallies all
Essiquibo maidens is the queen of maidens all
Essiquibo river is the queen of rivers all
Buddy ta na na, we are somebody oh
Essiquibo river is the queen of rivers all
Buddy ta na na, we are somebody oh
Somebody, oh body, somebody, oh
Buddy ta na na, we are somebody oh
Essiquibo capen is the king of capens all
Essiquibo bosun is the king of bosuns all
Essiquibo sailors is the chief of sailors all
Essiquibo sallies is the queen of sallies all
Essiquibo maidens is the queen of maidens all
GOOD
BYE FARE THEE WELL
We're
going away to leave you now
Good bye, fare thee well
Good bye, fare thee well
We're going away to leave you now
Hoorah, me boys, we're homeward bound
Ah, give me the girl with the bonny brown hair
Your hair of brown is the talk of the town
So fare you we're homeward bound
Homeward bound to Liverpool town
So fill up your glasses for those who were kind
And drink to the girls we leaving behind
We're homeward bound I hear them say
We're homeward bound with eleven months pay
Our anchor we'll weigh, our sails we will set
The friends we are leaving we'll never forget
Good bye, fare thee well
Good bye, fare thee well
We're going away to leave you now
Hoorah, me boys, we're homeward bound
Ah, give me the girl with the bonny brown hair
Your hair of brown is the talk of the town
So fare you we're homeward bound
Homeward bound to Liverpool town
So fill up your glasses for those who were kind
And drink to the girls we leaving behind
We're homeward bound I hear them say
We're homeward bound with eleven months pay
Our anchor we'll weigh, our sails we will set
The friends we are leaving we'll never forget
HAUL
AWAY JOE
Traditional
Louis
was the king of France
Before the revolut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But then he got his head chopped off
Which spoiled his constitut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
(To me) way, haul away
We'll heave and hang together
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Once I was in Ireland
Digging turf and pratties
And now I'm on a Yankee ship
Hauling on sheets and braces
Now when I was a little boy
And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
Me lips would all grow mouldy
Way haul away
We'll haul away the bowline
Way, haul away
The packet is a-rollin'
Before the revolut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But then he got his head chopped off
Which spoiled his constitut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
(To me) way, haul away
We'll heave and hang together
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Once I was in Ireland
Digging turf and pratties
And now I'm on a Yankee ship
Hauling on sheets and braces
Now when I was a little boy
And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
Me lips would all grow mouldy
Way haul away
We'll haul away the bowline
Way, haul away
The packet is a-rollin'
HOMEWARD
BOUND
From
Liverpool docks we bid adieu
To Suke, and Sal, and Kittie too
The anchor's weighed and the sails unfurl
We're bound to cross the watery row
For we know we're outward bound
Hurrah, we're outward bound
The wind it blows from the east nor'east
Our ship will scud ten knots at least
The purser would our wants supply
So while with life we'll never say die
And should we touch at Malabar
Or any other quarters far
Our purser he will tip the chink
And just like fishes we will drink
Then at last our captain comes on board
Our sails are bent, we're manned and stored
The Peter's hoisted at the fore
Good-bye to the girls we'll see no more
For we know we're homeward bound
Hurrah, we're homeward bound
One day the man on the look-out
Proclaims a sail with a joyful shout
"Can you make her out?" "I think I can;
She's a pilot standing out from the land"
And when we're hauled into Liverpool docks
Them bloomers all come 'round in flocks
Them pretty girls, we hear 'em say
"Here comes Jack with his twelve-month pay"
Next we go to the Dog and Bell
Where there's good vittle there to sell
When in comes Archie with a smile
"Drink up me boys, it's worth your while"
When poor Jack's money is gone and spent
Nor more to be had, no more to be lent
Then in comes Archie with a frown
Saying "Rise up Jack, let John sit down"
And so poor Jack must understand
There's ships in the harbour needing hands
So stows his gear like he did before
And says farewell to the Liverpool shore
For he knows he's outward bound
Hurrah, he's outward bound
To Suke, and Sal, and Kittie too
The anchor's weighed and the sails unfurl
We're bound to cross the watery row
For we know we're outward bound
Hurrah, we're outward bound
The wind it blows from the east nor'east
Our ship will scud ten knots at least
The purser would our wants supply
So while with life we'll never say die
And should we touch at Malabar
Or any other quarters far
Our purser he will tip the chink
And just like fishes we will drink
Then at last our captain comes on board
Our sails are bent, we're manned and stored
The Peter's hoisted at the fore
Good-bye to the girls we'll see no more
For we know we're homeward bound
Hurrah, we're homeward bound
One day the man on the look-out
Proclaims a sail with a joyful shout
"Can you make her out?" "I think I can;
She's a pilot standing out from the land"
And when we're hauled into Liverpool docks
Them bloomers all come 'round in flocks
Them pretty girls, we hear 'em say
"Here comes Jack with his twelve-month pay"
Next we go to the Dog and Bell
Where there's good vittle there to sell
When in comes Archie with a smile
"Drink up me boys, it's worth your while"
When poor Jack's money is gone and spent
Nor more to be had, no more to be lent
Then in comes Archie with a frown
Saying "Rise up Jack, let John sit down"
And so poor Jack must understand
There's ships in the harbour needing hands
So stows his gear like he did before
And says farewell to the Liverpool shore
For he knows he's outward bound
Hurrah, he's outward bound
A
HUNDRED YEARS AGO
Well
a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, Oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A Hundred years ago
Well its Bully John from Baltimore
Well I knew him well on the eastern shore
Well it's Bully John's the boy for me
He's a buckle on land and a bully at sea
Well its been a long time and a very long time
Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme
Well my old mother she wrote to me
Me darling son come home from sea
Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
That bleeding top main sheave is dry
Well I thought I heard the old man say
Well it's one more pull and then belay
Oh yes, Oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A Hundred years ago
Well its Bully John from Baltimore
Well I knew him well on the eastern shore
Well it's Bully John's the boy for me
He's a buckle on land and a bully at sea
Well its been a long time and a very long time
Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme
Well my old mother she wrote to me
Me darling son come home from sea
Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
That bleeding top main sheave is dry
Well I thought I heard the old man say
Well it's one more pull and then belay
JOHN
CHEROKEE
John
Cherokee was an indian man
Alabama John Cherokee
He run away every time he can
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee
They put him aboard a Yankee ship
Again he gave the boss the slip
They catch him again and chain him tight
And starve him many a day and night
Nothing to drink and nothin to eat
He just fall dead at the boss's feet
So they bury him by the old gate post
The very same day you can see his ghost
Alabama John Cherokee
He run away every time he can
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee
They put him aboard a Yankee ship
Again he gave the boss the slip
They catch him again and chain him tight
And starve him many a day and night
Nothing to drink and nothin to eat
He just fall dead at the boss's feet
So they bury him by the old gate post
The very same day you can see his ghost
JOHN
KANAKA-NAKA
Traditional
I
thought I heard the old man say
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Today, today is a holiday
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Too lie ay, oh, to lie ay
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We're bound away for 'Frisco Bay
We're bound away at the break of day
We're bound away 'round Cape Horn
We wish to Christ we'd never been born
Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away
Oh haul away and make your pay
And we are Liverpool born and bred
We're strong in the arm but we're thick in the head
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Today, today is a holiday
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Too lie ay, oh, to lie ay
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We're bound away for 'Frisco Bay
We're bound away at the break of day
We're bound away 'round Cape Horn
We wish to Christ we'd never been born
Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away
Oh haul away and make your pay
And we are Liverpool born and bred
We're strong in the arm but we're thick in the head
HANGING
JOHNNY
Dave's
version
Well
they call me hanging Johnny
Away boys, away
They says I hangs for money
So hang boys, hang
And first I hanged me mother
Away boys, away
Me sister and me brother
So hang boys, hang
I hanged me sister Sally
Away boys, away
I hanged me whole dammed family
So hang boys, hang
I even hanged me granny
Away boys, away
I strung her up so canny
So hang boys, hang
I’d hang a ruddy copper
Away boys, away
I’d give him the big dropper
So hang boys, hang
I’d hang the mate and skipper
Away boys, away
I’d hang ‘em by their flippers
So hang boys, hang
A rope, a beam, a ladder
Away boys, away
And I'll hang you all together
So hang boys, hang
And we’ll hang and haul together
Away boys, away
We’ll haul for better weather
So hang boys, hang
They call me hanging Johnny
Away boys, away
But. I ain’t hung nobody
So hang boys, hang
Away boys, away
They says I hangs for money
So hang boys, hang
And first I hanged me mother
Away boys, away
Me sister and me brother
So hang boys, hang
I hanged me sister Sally
Away boys, away
I hanged me whole dammed family
So hang boys, hang
I even hanged me granny
Away boys, away
I strung her up so canny
So hang boys, hang
I’d hang a ruddy copper
Away boys, away
I’d give him the big dropper
So hang boys, hang
I’d hang the mate and skipper
Away boys, away
I’d hang ‘em by their flippers
So hang boys, hang
A rope, a beam, a ladder
Away boys, away
And I'll hang you all together
So hang boys, hang
And we’ll hang and haul together
Away boys, away
We’ll haul for better weather
So hang boys, hang
They call me hanging Johnny
Away boys, away
But. I ain’t hung nobody
So hang boys, hang
LIVERPOOL
JUDIES
When
I was young lad I sailed with the rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out to the west
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork
Then put out to sea for the port of New York
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow
For 42 days we were hungry and sore
The winds were against us, the gales they did roar
Off Battery Point we did anchor at last
Our jib boom hove in and our canvas all fast
The boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice
A shouting and a promising all that was nice
Til one fat old crib took a liking to me
Says he you're a fool, lad, to follow the sea
Says he there's a job as is waiting for you
With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
Says he what you say lad, will you ? or two
Says I you old bastard, I'm damned if I do
Next I remember I woke in the morn
On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
And a blooming great head and a case of the pox
So come all you young sailors take a warning by me
Keep your eye on the drinks when liquor is free
Don't pay no attention to runner or whore
Or your head'll be thick and your throat will be sore
On a Liverpool packet bound out to the west
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork
Then put out to sea for the port of New York
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow
For 42 days we were hungry and sore
The winds were against us, the gales they did roar
Off Battery Point we did anchor at last
Our jib boom hove in and our canvas all fast
The boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice
A shouting and a promising all that was nice
Til one fat old crib took a liking to me
Says he you're a fool, lad, to follow the sea
Says he there's a job as is waiting for you
With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
Says he what you say lad, will you ? or two
Says I you old bastard, I'm damned if I do
Next I remember I woke in the morn
On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
And a blooming great head and a case of the pox
So come all you young sailors take a warning by me
Keep your eye on the drinks when liquor is free
Don't pay no attention to runner or whore
Or your head'll be thick and your throat will be sore
ROLLING
DOWN TO OLD MAUI
It's
a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Sound
With a good ship taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Once more we sail with a Northerly gale
Through the ice, and wind, and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Once more we sail the Northerly gale
Towards our Island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stans'l booms is carried away
What care we for that sound
A living gale after us
Thank God we're homeward bound
How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is awaiting our return
Even now their big, brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to Old Maui
We'll heave the lead where old Diamond Head
Looms up on old Wahu
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice
And our decks are hid from view
The horrid ice of the sea-caked isles
That deck the Arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
Since we steered for Old Maui
And now we're anchoured in the bay
With the Kanakas all around
With chants and soft aloha-oos
They greet us homeward bound
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Awakening in the arms of an island maid
With a big fat aching head
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Sound
With a good ship taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Once more we sail with a Northerly gale
Through the ice, and wind, and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui
Once more we sail the Northerly gale
Towards our Island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stans'l booms is carried away
What care we for that sound
A living gale after us
Thank God we're homeward bound
How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is awaiting our return
Even now their big, brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to Old Maui
We'll heave the lead where old Diamond Head
Looms up on old Wahu
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice
And our decks are hid from view
The horrid ice of the sea-caked isles
That deck the Arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
Since we steered for Old Maui
And now we're anchoured in the bay
With the Kanakas all around
With chants and soft aloha-oos
They greet us homeward bound
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Awakening in the arms of an island maid
With a big fat aching head
RIO
GRANDE
O
say was you ever in Rio Grande?
Way, you Rio
It's there that the river runs down golden sand
For we're bound to the Rio Grande
And away, boys, away
Way, you Rio
Sing fare you well my pretty young girls
For we're bound to the Rio Grande
Oh, New York town is no place for me
I'll pack up my bag and go out to sea
So it's pack up your donkey and get under way
The girls we are leaving can take our half pay
We'll sell our salt cod for molasses and rum
And get home again 'fore Thanksgiving has come
Sing good bye to Nellie and good bye to Sue
And you who are listening, good bye to you
And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies of town
We've left you enough for to buy a silk gown
Now you Bowery ladies we'd have you to know
We're bound to the south'ard, O Lord, let us go!
Our good ship's a-going out over the bar
And we'll point her nose for the South-er-on Star
Oh say was you ever in Rio Grande?
Oh was you ever on that strand?
Way, you Rio
It's there that the river runs down golden sand
For we're bound to the Rio Grande
And away, boys, away
Way, you Rio
Sing fare you well my pretty young girls
For we're bound to the Rio Grande
Oh, New York town is no place for me
I'll pack up my bag and go out to sea
So it's pack up your donkey and get under way
The girls we are leaving can take our half pay
We'll sell our salt cod for molasses and rum
And get home again 'fore Thanksgiving has come
Sing good bye to Nellie and good bye to Sue
And you who are listening, good bye to you
And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies of town
We've left you enough for to buy a silk gown
Now you Bowery ladies we'd have you to know
We're bound to the south'ard, O Lord, let us go!
Our good ship's a-going out over the bar
And we'll point her nose for the South-er-on Star
Oh say was you ever in Rio Grande?
Oh was you ever on that strand?
ROLL
THE OLD CHARIOT (NELSON'S BLOOD)
A
drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
A drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
A drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all hang on behind
And we'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind
Well a plate of Irish stew...
Well a nice fat cook...
Well a night in goal...
Well a nice watch below...
Well a nice glass of beer...
Well night with the girls...
Well a big pot of gold...
SANTAYANA
General Santa Anna
Santayana fought for Spain
Heave away Santayana
He fought for Spain and he gained his name
All on the plains of Mexico
And it's heave her up and away we'll go
Heave away Santayana
Heave her up and away we'll go
All on the plains of Mexico
Oh Santayana gained the day
And General Taylor he ran away
Oh General Taylor ran away
At Molly del Rey he gained his fame
When I was a young man in my prime
I'd kiss them pretty girls two at a time
But now I'm old and going grey
Oh rum's my sweetheart every day
SHALLOW
BROWN
Oh,
I'm going to leave her
Shallow, oh shallow brown
Oh, I'm going to leave her
Shallow, oh shallow brown
Bound away for St. Georges
Bound away for St. Georges
Master's going to sell me
Master's going to sell me
Sell me for the dollar
Great big Spanish dollar
Oh, me clothes is all in order
And me packet leaves tomorrow
Fare thee well my Juliana
Fare thee well my Juliana
Oh, I'm leaving in the morning
Oh, I'm leaving in the morning
Shallow, oh shallow brown
Oh, I'm going to leave her
Shallow, oh shallow brown
Bound away for St. Georges
Bound away for St. Georges
Master's going to sell me
Master's going to sell me
Sell me for the dollar
Great big Spanish dollar
Oh, me clothes is all in order
And me packet leaves tomorrow
Fare thee well my Juliana
Fare thee well my Juliana
Oh, I'm leaving in the morning
Oh, I'm leaving in the morning
STRICK
THE BELL
Pumping
shanty
Aft on the poopdeck
Walking about
There is the second mate
So sturdy and so stout
What he is thinking of
He only knows himself
Oh, we wish that he would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Strike the bell, second mate
Let us go below
Look away to windward
You can see it's going to blow
Look at the glass
You can see that it is fell
We wish the you would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Down on the maindeck
Working at the pumps
There is the larboard watch
Ready for their bunks
Over to windward
They see a great swell
They're wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft at the wheel
Poor Anderson stands
Grasping the spokes
In his cold, mittened hands
Looking at the compass
The coarse is clear as hell
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
For'ad in the fo'c'sle head
Keeping sharp lookout
There is Johnny standing
Ready for to shout
"Lights' burning bright, sir
And everything is well"
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft the quarterdeck
The gallant captain stands
Looking to windward
With his glasses in his hand
What he is thinking of
We know very well
He's thinking more of shortening sail
Than strike, strike the bell
Aft on the poopdeck
Walking about
There is the second mate
So sturdy and so stout
What he is thinking of
He only knows himself
Oh, we wish that he would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Strike the bell, second mate
Let us go below
Look away to windward
You can see it's going to blow
Look at the glass
You can see that it is fell
We wish the you would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Down on the maindeck
Working at the pumps
There is the larboard watch
Ready for their bunks
Over to windward
They see a great swell
They're wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft at the wheel
Poor Anderson stands
Grasping the spokes
In his cold, mittened hands
Looking at the compass
The coarse is clear as hell
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
For'ad in the fo'c'sle head
Keeping sharp lookout
There is Johnny standing
Ready for to shout
"Lights' burning bright, sir
And everything is well"
He's wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft the quarterdeck
The gallant captain stands
Looking to windward
With his glasses in his hand
What he is thinking of
We know very well
He's thinking more of shortening sail
Than strike, strike the bell
SOUTH
AUSTRALIA
In
South Australia I was born
(To me) heave away, haul away
In South Australia round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away you rolling kings
(To me) heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
I shook her up and I shook her down
I shook her round and round the town
I run her all night and I run her all day
And I run her until we sailed away
There ain't but one thing grieves me mind
To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind
And as we wallop around Cape Horn
You'll wish to God you'd never been born
In South Australia my native land
Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand
I wish I was on Australia's strand
With a bottle of whiskey in my hand
(To me) heave away, haul away
In South Australia round Cape Horn
We're bound for South Australia
Haul away you rolling kings
(To me) heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me sing
We're bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair
I shook her up and I shook her down
I shook her round and round the town
I run her all night and I run her all day
And I run her until we sailed away
There ain't but one thing grieves me mind
To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind
And as we wallop around Cape Horn
You'll wish to God you'd never been born
In South Australia my native land
Full of rocks and thieves and fleas and sand
I wish I was on Australia's strand
With a bottle of whiskey in my hand
TOMS
GONE TO HILO
Tommy's
gone on a whaling ship
Away to Hilo
Oh, Tommy's gone on a damn long trip
Tom's gone to Hilo
He never kissed his girl goodbye
He left her and he told her why
She'd robbed him blind and left him broke
He'd had enough, gave her the poke
His half-pay went, it went like chalf
She hung around for the other half
She drank and boozed his pay away
With her weather eye on his next payday
Oh Tommy's gone and left her flat
Oh Tommy's gone and he won't come back
Away to Hilo
Oh, Tommy's gone on a damn long trip
Tom's gone to Hilo
He never kissed his girl goodbye
He left her and he told her why
She'd robbed him blind and left him broke
He'd had enough, gave her the poke
His half-pay went, it went like chalf
She hung around for the other half
She drank and boozed his pay away
With her weather eye on his next payday
Oh Tommy's gone and left her flat
Oh Tommy's gone and he won't come back
TOMMY'S
ON A LILO
To
the tune of ‘’Toms Gone to Hilo’’ Words by FRED
Tommy’s gone on an airbed trip
Away on a lilo.
Oh! Tommy’s gone on a damn wet trip
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
He never kissed his ass goodbye
Away on a lilo
He left the shore and he didn’t know why
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
It bobbed around and he heaved and choked
Away on a lilo
He had enough, gave it a poke
Forgot he’s on a lilo
He’s halfway down, he felt quite daft
Away on a lilo
And he’s all gone brown on the lower half
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
He cruised around the bay all day
Away on a lilo
He’ll never see his next pay-day
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
Oh! Tommy’s gone, the lilo’s flat...
Tommy’s gone on an airbed trip
Away on a lilo.
Oh! Tommy’s gone on a damn wet trip
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
He never kissed his ass goodbye
Away on a lilo
He left the shore and he didn’t know why
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
It bobbed around and he heaved and choked
Away on a lilo
He had enough, gave it a poke
Forgot he’s on a lilo
He’s halfway down, he felt quite daft
Away on a lilo
And he’s all gone brown on the lower half
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
He cruised around the bay all day
Away on a lilo
He’ll never see his next pay-day
Tommy’s gone on a lilo
Oh! Tommy’s gone, the lilo’s flat...
WHISKY
JOHNNY
Whiskey
is the life of man
Always was since the world began
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey here, whiskey there
Whiskey almost everywhere
Whiskey up and whiskey down
Whiskey all around the town Whiskey
killed me poor old dad
Whiskey drove me mother mad
My wife and I do not agree
She puts whiskey in her tea
I had a girl and her name was Lize
She puts whiskey in her pies
Oh whiskey straight, and whiskey strong
Give me some whiskey and I'll sing you a song
If whiskey comes too near my nose
I tip it up and down she goes
Some likes whiskey, some likes beer
I wisht I had a barrel here
Whiskey made me pawn me clothes
Whiskey gave me this broken nose
Oh the mate likes whiskey, the skipper likes rum
The sailors like both but me can't get none
Whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from that old tin can
I thought I heard the first mate say
I treats me crew in a decent way
If whiskey was a river and I could swim
I'd say here goes and dive right in
If whiskey was a river and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and never come up
I wisht I knew where whiskey grew
I'd eat the leaves and the branches too
A tot of whiskey all around
And a bottle full for the shanty man
Always was since the world began
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey here, whiskey there
Whiskey almost everywhere
Whiskey up and whiskey down
Whiskey all around the town Whiskey
killed me poor old dad
Whiskey drove me mother mad
My wife and I do not agree
She puts whiskey in her tea
I had a girl and her name was Lize
She puts whiskey in her pies
Oh whiskey straight, and whiskey strong
Give me some whiskey and I'll sing you a song
If whiskey comes too near my nose
I tip it up and down she goes
Some likes whiskey, some likes beer
I wisht I had a barrel here
Whiskey made me pawn me clothes
Whiskey gave me this broken nose
Oh the mate likes whiskey, the skipper likes rum
The sailors like both but me can't get none
Whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from that old tin can
I thought I heard the first mate say
I treats me crew in a decent way
If whiskey was a river and I could swim
I'd say here goes and dive right in
If whiskey was a river and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and never come up
I wisht I knew where whiskey grew
I'd eat the leaves and the branches too
A tot of whiskey all around
And a bottle full for the shanty man
CIDER
DAVY
To
the tune of ''Whiskey Johnny''. Words by Dave
Oh
cider is the life of man
Cider Davy
And scrumpy is the death of man
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh cider makes me pawn my clothes
Cider Davy
And scrumpy gave me this red nose
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh I had a daughter, name of Sue
Cider Davy
She’ll drink her jug and grab yours too
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh cider killed my poor old dad
Cider Davy
And scrumpy drove me mother mad
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh it’s cider up and scrumpy down
Cider Davy
There’s cider all around the town
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh it’s cider here, an scrumpy there
Cider Davy
Oh! I’ll have cider anywhere
It’s Cider for me Davy
If the Frome wuz cider an’ I were a DUCK
Cider Davy
I’d dive right in an’ sup it all up
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh cider is the life of man
Cider Davy
And scrumpy is the death of man
It’s Cider for me Davy
Cider Davy
And scrumpy is the death of man
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh cider makes me pawn my clothes
Cider Davy
And scrumpy gave me this red nose
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh I had a daughter, name of Sue
Cider Davy
She’ll drink her jug and grab yours too
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh cider killed my poor old dad
Cider Davy
And scrumpy drove me mother mad
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh it’s cider up and scrumpy down
Cider Davy
There’s cider all around the town
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh it’s cider here, an scrumpy there
Cider Davy
Oh! I’ll have cider anywhere
It’s Cider for me Davy
If the Frome wuz cider an’ I were a DUCK
Cider Davy
I’d dive right in an’ sup it all up
It’s Cider for me Davy
Oh cider is the life of man
Cider Davy
And scrumpy is the death of man
It’s Cider for me Davy
LEAVE
HER JOHNNY
Dave's
version
Oh
the times was hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
But now once more on shore we’ll go
And it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
Oh! leave her, Johnny, Leave her
For the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her
Well listen to what the old hands say
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
Tomorra you will get your pay
And it’s time for us to leave her
Well the old man’s a bucco and the mate he’s a turk
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
Th’Bosun’s a bastard with the middle name of work
And it’s time for us to leave her
Well, there’s Liverpool Pat in his Tarpaulin hat
(Well there's Postman Pat with his black and white cat) alternative line
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
And Yankee Mike the packet rat
And it’s time for us to leave her
We’ll leave her tight and we’ll leave her trim
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
We’ll haul the old girl damned near in
And it’s time for us to leave her
And its leave her Johnny while yer can
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
And it’s leave her Johnny like a man
And it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
But now once more on shore we’ll go
And it’s time for us to leave her
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
Oh! leave her, Johnny, Leave her
For the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her
Well listen to what the old hands say
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
Tomorra you will get your pay
And it’s time for us to leave her
Well the old man’s a bucco and the mate he’s a turk
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
Th’Bosun’s a bastard with the middle name of work
And it’s time for us to leave her
Well, there’s Liverpool Pat in his Tarpaulin hat
(Well there's Postman Pat with his black and white cat) alternative line
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
And Yankee Mike the packet rat
And it’s time for us to leave her
We’ll leave her tight and we’ll leave her trim
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
We’ll haul the old girl damned near in
And it’s time for us to leave her
And its leave her Johnny while yer can
Leave her, Johnny, Leave her
And it’s leave her Johnny like a man
And it’s time for us to leave her
LOWLANDS
Chorus:
Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John,
Lowlands away I heard them say,
My Lowlands away.
1. I dreamed a dream the other night,
Ch. Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John.
My love she came dressed all in white,
Ch. My Lowlands away.
2. I dreamed my love came in my sleep,
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep.
3. She came to me as my best bride (at mt bed-side),
All dressed in white like some fair bride.
4. And bravely in her bosom fair,
A red, red rose did my love wear.
5. She made no sound-no word she said,
And then I knew my love was dead.
6. I bound the weeper round my head,
For now I knew my love was dead.
7. She waved her hand-she said goodbye,
I wiped the tear from out my eye.
8. And then awoke to hear the cry, '
Oh, watch on deck, oh, watch ahoy!'
Variations on the chorus are:
Lowlands, Lowlands, hurrah my Jo,
Lowlands, high, Lowlands, alay!
Lowlands, Lowlands, hooraw my John,
My Lowlands aray!
Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John,
Lowlands away I heard them say,
My Lowlands away.
1. I dreamed a dream the other night,
Ch. Lowlands, Lowlands, away, my John.
My love she came dressed all in white,
Ch. My Lowlands away.
2. I dreamed my love came in my sleep,
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep.
3. She came to me as my best bride (at mt bed-side),
All dressed in white like some fair bride.
4. And bravely in her bosom fair,
A red, red rose did my love wear.
5. She made no sound-no word she said,
And then I knew my love was dead.
6. I bound the weeper round my head,
For now I knew my love was dead.
7. She waved her hand-she said goodbye,
I wiped the tear from out my eye.
8. And then awoke to hear the cry, '
Oh, watch on deck, oh, watch ahoy!'
Variations on the chorus are:
Lowlands, Lowlands, hurrah my Jo,
Lowlands, high, Lowlands, alay!
Lowlands, Lowlands, hooraw my John,
My Lowlands aray!
GREY
FUNNEL LINE
Cyril Tawney
1. Don't mind the rain or rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it slips away.
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
2. The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me.
But give me wings like Noah's dove,
I'd fly above her to the one I love.
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
3. Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel.
And with all my might I'd turn here 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound.
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
4. I'd pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green.
Then I'd dance on down that walk ashore,
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
1. Don't mind the rain or rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it slips away.
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
2. The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me.
But give me wings like Noah's dove,
I'd fly above her to the one I love.
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
3. Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel.
And with all my might I'd turn here 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound.
It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.
4. I'd pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green.
Then I'd dance on down that walk ashore,
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
DONKEY
RIDING
Traditional
1. Wuz ye ever in Quebec,
Launchin' timber on the deck,
Where ye'd break yer bleedin' neck,
Ridin' on a donkey?
Way, hay, and away we go!
Donkey ridin', donkey ridin'
Way, hay an' away we go!
Oh, ridin' on a donkey!
2. Wuz ye ever in Timbuktoo,
Where the gals are black an' blue,
Where they waggle their bustles at you,
Ridin' on a donkey?
3. Wuz ye ever in Vallipo,
Where them gals put on a show,
Waggle an' wriggle wid a roll 'n' go,
Ridin' on a donkey?
4. Wuz ye ever down Mobile Bay,
Screwin' cotton all the day,
A dollar an' a half is a white man's pay,
Ridin' on a donkey?
5. Wuz ye ever in Canton,
Where the men wear pigtails long,
An' the gals play hong-ki-kong,
Ridin' on a donkey?
6. Wuz ye ever in London town,
Where the gals they do come down,
To see a king in a golden crown,
Ridin' on a donkey?
1. Wuz ye ever in Quebec,
Launchin' timber on the deck,
Where ye'd break yer bleedin' neck,
Ridin' on a donkey?
Way, hay, and away we go!
Donkey ridin', donkey ridin'
Way, hay an' away we go!
Oh, ridin' on a donkey!
2. Wuz ye ever in Timbuktoo,
Where the gals are black an' blue,
Where they waggle their bustles at you,
Ridin' on a donkey?
3. Wuz ye ever in Vallipo,
Where them gals put on a show,
Waggle an' wriggle wid a roll 'n' go,
Ridin' on a donkey?
4. Wuz ye ever down Mobile Bay,
Screwin' cotton all the day,
A dollar an' a half is a white man's pay,
Ridin' on a donkey?
5. Wuz ye ever in Canton,
Where the men wear pigtails long,
An' the gals play hong-ki-kong,
Ridin' on a donkey?
6. Wuz ye ever in London town,
Where the gals they do come down,
To see a king in a golden crown,
Ridin' on a donkey?
SHOALS
OF HERRING
Ewan MacColl
With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring
O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring
O we left the homegrounds in the month of June
And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
With a hundred cran of silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring
In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're daring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're following the shoals of herring
O I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring
With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring
O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring
O we left the homegrounds in the month of June
And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
With a hundred cran of silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring
In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're daring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're following the shoals of herring
O I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring
ONE
MORE PULL BOYS
Ian Woods
Been
a long time since you’ve seen her
Must have been three years or more
Will she be waiting when we dock, boy
or like the others, will she be gone?
One more pull boys
That’ll do boys
Soon we’ll draw alongside
Hoist her up boys
Swing her in board
For the journeys almost done
Well you’re looking mighty smart boy
Dressed up in your number ones
Scrounge a new blade from the Pusser
to scrape that bum fluff from off your chin
Well we’re fixed up fore and aft boy
Soon you’ll be scuttling down the gangway
If she’s waiting there just kiss her
Then turn round, give us a smile
For we two will go ashore soon
We’ll get drunk in those clubs and bars
Crawl back on board boy, pockets empty
Like so many times before
For a man may take a wife boy
and that man may have a mistress
But the sailor has his ship boy
and the mistress is the sea
Must have been three years or more
Will she be waiting when we dock, boy
or like the others, will she be gone?
One more pull boys
That’ll do boys
Soon we’ll draw alongside
Hoist her up boys
Swing her in board
For the journeys almost done
Well you’re looking mighty smart boy
Dressed up in your number ones
Scrounge a new blade from the Pusser
to scrape that bum fluff from off your chin
Well we’re fixed up fore and aft boy
Soon you’ll be scuttling down the gangway
If she’s waiting there just kiss her
Then turn round, give us a smile
For we two will go ashore soon
We’ll get drunk in those clubs and bars
Crawl back on board boy, pockets empty
Like so many times before
For a man may take a wife boy
and that man may have a mistress
But the sailor has his ship boy
and the mistress is the sea
ONE
MORE PULL BOYS
Tune Ian Woods, Words Ken Stephens.
Giant Combers, Ocean Rollers
Living waves upon the sea
But for us boys, theres no living,
It's not like it used to be.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey's nearly done
Icelands dangers, Greenlands fog banks
Norther storms intensity
It's all gone now, turn her homeward
For the markets won't reach the fee.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey's nearly done
No more codfish off Newfoundland
Dancing silver down the hatch
Drifters Seiners and our Trawlers
All laid up or sold for scrap.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey's nearly done
Heave the lines boys, one last time now
And we'll have the final trawl.
No time to wonder where its all gone to
Only Time to heave and haul.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey now is done
Giant Combers, Ocean Rollers
Living waves upon the sea
But for us boys, theres no living,
It's not like it used to be.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey's nearly done
Icelands dangers, Greenlands fog banks
Norther storms intensity
It's all gone now, turn her homeward
For the markets won't reach the fee.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey's nearly done
No more codfish off Newfoundland
Dancing silver down the hatch
Drifters Seiners and our Trawlers
All laid up or sold for scrap.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey's nearly done
Heave the lines boys, one last time now
And we'll have the final trawl.
No time to wonder where its all gone to
Only Time to heave and haul.
And one more pull boys
That'lI do boys
Soon we'll be alongside
Hoist her upwards
Swing her in board
For the jouriey now is done
HAUL
AWAY, JOE
Traditional
When I was a little lad
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
That if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away. Joe!
Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, the sheet is now unfold-ing,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution...
Way, haul away we'll haul away Joe!
But then he got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
The cook is in the galley boys
Making duff so handy
Way, haul away, we'll haul away. Joe!
The captain's in his cabin lads
Drinking wine and brandy
Way, haul away, we?! haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away. Joe!
Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy...
Way. haul away we'll haul away. Joe!
Way, haulaway, we'll haul for better weather...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
When I was a little lad
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
That if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away. Joe!
Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, the sheet is now unfold-ing,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution...
Way, haul away we'll haul away Joe!
But then he got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
The cook is in the galley boys
Making duff so handy
Way, haul away, we'll haul away. Joe!
The captain's in his cabin lads
Drinking wine and brandy
Way, haul away, we?! haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away. Joe!
Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy...
Way. haul away we'll haul away. Joe!
Way, haulaway, we'll haul for better weather...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
WHAT
SHALL WE DO WITH THE WAREHAM WHALERS?
Sung
to the tune of 'Drunken Sailor'. Words by Geoff (I think).
What
shall we do with the Wareham Whalers
What shall we do with the Wareham Whalers
What shall we do with the Wareham Whalers
Earlie in the morning.
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Earlie in the morning.
Ask our John he's doing his crossword
Ask our John he's doing his crossword
Ask our John he's doing his crossword
Earlie in the morning.
Give em a pub in which to sing in
Give em a pub in which to sing in
Give em a pub in which to sing in
Earlie in the morning.
Give them a pint of Ringwood bitter
Give them a pint of Ringwood bitter
Give them a pint of Ringwood bitter
Earlie in the morning.
Mines a pint of dead dog scrumpy!
Mines a pint of dead dog scrumpy!
Mines a pint of dead dog scrumpy!
Earlie in the morning.
We went sailing up the river
We went sailing up the river
We went sailing up the river
Earlie in the morning.
We ran aground up the river
We ran aground up the river
We ran aground up the river
Earlie in the morning.
That's what we'll do with the Wareham Whalers
That's what we'll do with the Wareham Whalers
That's what we'll do with the Wareham Whalers
Earlie in the morning.
What shall we do with the Wareham Whalers
What shall we do with the Wareham Whalers
Earlie in the morning.
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Hoo-ray and up she rises
Earlie in the morning.
Ask our John he's doing his crossword
Ask our John he's doing his crossword
Ask our John he's doing his crossword
Earlie in the morning.
Give em a pub in which to sing in
Give em a pub in which to sing in
Give em a pub in which to sing in
Earlie in the morning.
Give them a pint of Ringwood bitter
Give them a pint of Ringwood bitter
Give them a pint of Ringwood bitter
Earlie in the morning.
Mines a pint of dead dog scrumpy!
Mines a pint of dead dog scrumpy!
Mines a pint of dead dog scrumpy!
Earlie in the morning.
We went sailing up the river
We went sailing up the river
We went sailing up the river
Earlie in the morning.
We ran aground up the river
We ran aground up the river
We ran aground up the river
Earlie in the morning.
That's what we'll do with the Wareham Whalers
That's what we'll do with the Wareham Whalers
That's what we'll do with the Wareham Whalers
Earlie in the morning.
MAID
OF AMSTERDAM (A ROVING)
In
Amsterdam there lived a maid
Mark you well what I say!
In Amsterdam there lives a maid,
And this fair maid my trust betrayed.
Chorus:
I'll go no more a rovin, with you fair maid.
A roving, A roving, since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving, with you fair maid.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright
Mark you well what I say
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Her face is fair, her step is light.
Chorus
I asked this fair maid to take a walk,
Mark well what I do say
I asked this maid out for a walk
That we might have some private talk.
Chorus
Then I took this fair maid's lily white hand,
Mark well what I do say
I took this fair maid's lily white hand
In mine as we walked along the strand
Chorus
Then I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I do say!
For I put my arm around her waist
And from her lips snatched a kiss in haste!
Chorus
Then a great big Dutchman rammed my bow
Mark well what I do say
For a great big Dutchman rammed my bow,
And said, "Young man, dis bin mein vrow!"
Chorus
Then take warning boys, from me,
Mark well what I do say!
So take a warning, boys, from me,
With other men's wives don't make too free.
Chorus
For if you do you will surely rue
Mark well what I do say!
For if you do you will surely rue
Your act, and find my words come true.
Chorus
Mark you well what I say!
In Amsterdam there lives a maid,
And this fair maid my trust betrayed.
Chorus:
I'll go no more a rovin, with you fair maid.
A roving, A roving, since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving, with you fair maid.
Her eyes are like two stars so bright
Mark you well what I say
Her eyes are like two stars so bright,
Her face is fair, her step is light.
Chorus
I asked this fair maid to take a walk,
Mark well what I do say
I asked this maid out for a walk
That we might have some private talk.
Chorus
Then I took this fair maid's lily white hand,
Mark well what I do say
I took this fair maid's lily white hand
In mine as we walked along the strand
Chorus
Then I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I do say!
For I put my arm around her waist
And from her lips snatched a kiss in haste!
Chorus
Then a great big Dutchman rammed my bow
Mark well what I do say
For a great big Dutchman rammed my bow,
And said, "Young man, dis bin mein vrow!"
Chorus
Then take warning boys, from me,
Mark well what I do say!
So take a warning, boys, from me,
With other men's wives don't make too free.
Chorus
For if you do you will surely rue
Mark well what I do say!
For if you do you will surely rue
Your act, and find my words come true.
Chorus
HEART
OF OAK
Lesley Nelson-Burns
Come cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Chorus
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;
We always are ready, steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,
For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.
Chorus
They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,
They frighten our women, our children, and beaus;
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Chorus
We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee,
And drub 'em on shore, as we've drubb'd 'em at sea;
Then cheer up, my lads! with one heart let us sing:
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen and Queen.
Chorus
Come cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Chorus
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;
We always are ready, steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,
For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.
Chorus
They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,
They frighten our women, our children, and beaus;
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Chorus
We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee,
And drub 'em on shore, as we've drubb'd 'em at sea;
Then cheer up, my lads! with one heart let us sing:
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen and Queen.
Chorus
BOTANY
BAY
Farewell
to old England the beautiful!
Farewell to my old pals as well!
Farewell to the famous Old Baily
Where I used to cut such a swell.
Chorus
My Too-ral li Roo-lal li Laity
Too-ral li Roo-lal li Lay
Too-ral li Roo-lal li Laity
Too-ral li Roo-lal li Lay!
It's seven long years I been serving,
It's seven I got for to stay,
For beatin' a cop down our alley
An' takin' his truncheon away.
Chorus
There's the captain what is our commander,
The bos'n an' all the ship's crew,
The married and also the single ones
Knows what us poor convicts goes through.
Chorus
It ain't that they don't give us grub enough,
It ain't that they don't give us clothes;
It's all 'cause we light-fingered gentry
Goes about with a chain on our toes.
Chorus
O had I the wings of a turtle dove,
I'd spread out my pinions and fly
Into the arms of my Polly love
And on her soft bosom I'd lie.
Chorus
Now all you young viscounts and duchesses
Take warning by what I do say,
And mind it's all yours what you touches-es
Or you'll land down in Botany Bay.
Farewell to my old pals as well!
Farewell to the famous Old Baily
Where I used to cut such a swell.
Chorus
My Too-ral li Roo-lal li Laity
Too-ral li Roo-lal li Lay
Too-ral li Roo-lal li Laity
Too-ral li Roo-lal li Lay!
It's seven long years I been serving,
It's seven I got for to stay,
For beatin' a cop down our alley
An' takin' his truncheon away.
Chorus
There's the captain what is our commander,
The bos'n an' all the ship's crew,
The married and also the single ones
Knows what us poor convicts goes through.
Chorus
It ain't that they don't give us grub enough,
It ain't that they don't give us clothes;
It's all 'cause we light-fingered gentry
Goes about with a chain on our toes.
Chorus
O had I the wings of a turtle dove,
I'd spread out my pinions and fly
Into the arms of my Polly love
And on her soft bosom I'd lie.
Chorus
Now all you young viscounts and duchesses
Take warning by what I do say,
And mind it's all yours what you touches-es
Or you'll land down in Botany Bay.
LEAVING
OF LIVERPOOL
or
Fare Thee Well My Own True Love
Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating Hell
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I have shipped with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman, he can get along
If not, then he's sure in Hell
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
Farewell to lower Frederick Street
Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
For I think it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
Oh the sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating Hell
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
I have shipped with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman, he can get along
If not, then he's sure in Hell
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
Farewell to lower Frederick Street
Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
For I think it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
Oh the sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again
So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee
BULGINE
RUN
or
Clear The Track
Oh! The smartest packet ye can find,
Ah Hey! Ah Ho! Are you most done?
Is the Ol' ``Wildcat'' of the Swallowtail Line!
Oh! Clear away the track an' let the bulgine run!
Timme Hey, Rig-a-jig, and a jaunting run!
Ah Hey! Ah Ho! Are you most done?
With Eliza Lee all on my knee,
So! Clear away the track an' let the bulgine run!
Oh! the Ol' ``Wildcat'' of the Swallowtail Line,
She's never a day behind her time!
Oh, we're outward bound for New York Town,
Them bowery gals we'll waltz around.
When we've stowed our freight at the West Street Pier,
It's home to Liverpool then we'll steer.
Oh, them bowery gals will give us fun,
Chatham Street dives is home from home.
When we all gets back to Liverpool town,
I'll stand ye whiskies all around.
Oh, heave a pawl -- oh, bear a hand,
Just one more pull and make her stand.
Oh, when I gets home across the sea,
Eliza, will you marry me?
Oh! The smartest packet ye can find,
Ah Hey! Ah Ho! Are you most done?
Is the Ol' ``Wildcat'' of the Swallowtail Line!
Oh! Clear away the track an' let the bulgine run!
Timme Hey, Rig-a-jig, and a jaunting run!
Ah Hey! Ah Ho! Are you most done?
With Eliza Lee all on my knee,
So! Clear away the track an' let the bulgine run!
Oh! the Ol' ``Wildcat'' of the Swallowtail Line,
She's never a day behind her time!
Oh, we're outward bound for New York Town,
Them bowery gals we'll waltz around.
When we've stowed our freight at the West Street Pier,
It's home to Liverpool then we'll steer.
Oh, them bowery gals will give us fun,
Chatham Street dives is home from home.
When we all gets back to Liverpool town,
I'll stand ye whiskies all around.
Oh, heave a pawl -- oh, bear a hand,
Just one more pull and make her stand.
Oh, when I gets home across the sea,
Eliza, will you marry me?
STORMALONG
JOHN
Traditional
Poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Storm along boys stormalong John
Poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John.
I took him down to Mobile Bay
Storm along boys stormalong John
Screwing cotton all the way
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John.
I sank him under with a long, long rope
Storm along boys stormalong John
Where the shark'll have his body and the Devil have his soul
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John.
Stormy was a good old man
Storm along boys stormalong John
Grand old man of the days of old
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John!
Poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Storm along boys stormalong John
Poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John.
I took him down to Mobile Bay
Storm along boys stormalong John
Screwing cotton all the way
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John.
I sank him under with a long, long rope
Storm along boys stormalong John
Where the shark'll have his body and the Devil have his soul
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John.
Stormy was a good old man
Storm along boys stormalong John
Grand old man of the days of old
Ah Ha! Come along, get along, stormalong John!
SWING
LOW SWEET CHARIOT
Traditional
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my brothers I'm a coming there too
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my brothers I'm a coming there too
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming for to carry me home
THE
DEAD HORSE
Also known as Poor Old Man
Oh, a poor old man came riding by,
An' we say so! An' we know so
A poor old man came riding by!
Oh, poor old horse! Says I,
``Ol' man, yer 'orse will die.
'' Says I, ``Ol' man, yer 'orse will die.''
An' if he dies we'll tan his hide,
An' if he don't we'll ride him again.
For one long month I rode him hard,
For one long month I rode him hard.
One month a hell-bent life we've led,
But ye've laid in a nice warm bed.
But now yer month is up, ol' Turk,
Git up, yer swine, an' look for work.
Git up, yer swine, an' look for graft,
While we lays on, an' yanks ye aft.
After hard, hard work an' sore abuse,
We'll salt ye down for sailor use.
An' if ye think this ain't not true,
In the horse-cask look, an' ye'll find his shoe.
He's as dead as a nail in the lamproom door,
He won't come a'hazin' us no more.
We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails,
We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails.
We'll yank him aft to the cabin door,
An' now goodbye, ye son-o'-a-whore.
We'll hoist him up to the main yardarm,
We'll hoist him up to the main yardarm.
An' we'll drop him down to the depths of the sea,
We'll drop him down to the bottom of the sea.
We'll sink him down with a long, long roll,
Where the sharks 'll have his body, and the devil have his soul!
Oh, 'tis growl ye may but go ye must,
If ye growl too hard yer head they'll bust.
I thought I heard the Old Man say,
Just one more pull, lads, then belay!
Oh, a poor old man came riding by,
An' we say so! An' we know so
A poor old man came riding by!
Oh, poor old horse! Says I,
``Ol' man, yer 'orse will die.
'' Says I, ``Ol' man, yer 'orse will die.''
An' if he dies we'll tan his hide,
An' if he don't we'll ride him again.
For one long month I rode him hard,
For one long month I rode him hard.
One month a hell-bent life we've led,
But ye've laid in a nice warm bed.
But now yer month is up, ol' Turk,
Git up, yer swine, an' look for work.
Git up, yer swine, an' look for graft,
While we lays on, an' yanks ye aft.
After hard, hard work an' sore abuse,
We'll salt ye down for sailor use.
An' if ye think this ain't not true,
In the horse-cask look, an' ye'll find his shoe.
He's as dead as a nail in the lamproom door,
He won't come a'hazin' us no more.
We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails,
We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails.
We'll yank him aft to the cabin door,
An' now goodbye, ye son-o'-a-whore.
We'll hoist him up to the main yardarm,
We'll hoist him up to the main yardarm.
An' we'll drop him down to the depths of the sea,
We'll drop him down to the bottom of the sea.
We'll sink him down with a long, long roll,
Where the sharks 'll have his body, and the devil have his soul!
Oh, 'tis growl ye may but go ye must,
If ye growl too hard yer head they'll bust.
I thought I heard the Old Man say,
Just one more pull, lads, then belay!
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