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| [[File:AC4 Shanty page.png|thumb|250px|A sea shanty page]] | | [[File:AC4 Shanty page.png|thumb|250px|A sea shanty page]] |
| '''Sea shanties''' are working songs commonly sung aboard [[ships]] by sailors. They were especially common among navy men and [[Piracy|pirates]]. The shanty consisted of two parts, the chant and the chorus. The chant would often be initiated by a single crewman who would sing the opening lines and establish the beat; the chorus would then come and the rest of the crew would join in. | | '''Sea shanties''' are working songs commonly sung aboard [[ships]] by sailors. They were especially common among navy men and [[Piracy|pirates]]. The shanty consisted of two parts, the chant and the chorus. The chant would often be initiated by a single crewman who would sing the opening lines and establish the beat; the chorus would then come and the rest of the crew would join in. |
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| One more pull and then belay, boys.<br> | | One more pull and then belay, boys.<br> |
| Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley! | | Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley! |
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| | Bloody Red Roses= |
| | Me bonnie bunch o’roses O!<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | It’s time for us to roll ‘n’ go! <br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down! |
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| | We’re bound away around Cape Horn<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | We wisht ter hell you’d niver bin born<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down! |
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| | Me boots an’ clothes are all in a pawn,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | An’ it’s bleedin’ draughty around Cape Horn,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down! |
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| | Ti’s growl ye may but go ye must,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | If ye growl too hard yer head they’ll bust.<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down! |
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| | Them Spanish gals are pullin’ strong,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Hang down, me boys, it won’t take long.<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down! |
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| | Just one more pull an’ that’ll do<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | We’re the bullies for ter kick’er through.<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down!<br> |
| | Ooh! You pinks ‘n’ posies,<br> |
| | Come down, ye blood-red roses, come down! |
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| | Bold Riley Oh= |
| | Well, our anchor’s on board and our rags are all set,<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, boom-a-lay!<br> |
| | Them Liverpool Judies, we’ll never forget,<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, gone away! |
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| | CHORUS:<br> |
| | Goodbye, me darling, goodbye, me dear-oh,<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, boom-a-lay!<br> |
| | Goodbye, me darling, goodbye, me dear-oh,<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, gone away! |
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| | Well, the rain it is raining all the day long,<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, boom-a-lay!<br> |
| | And the northerly wind, it does so strong.<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, gone away! |
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| | CHORUS<br> |
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| | We’re outward and bound for the Bengal Bay,<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, boom-a-lay!<br> |
| | Get bending, me lads, it’s a hell of a way.<br> |
| | Bold Riley-oh, gone away! |
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| | CHORUS<br> |
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| Bully in the Alley= | | Bully in the Alley= |
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| Derby Ram= | | Derby Ram= |
| As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day,<br> | | As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day,<br> |
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| | Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmates= |
| | Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.<br> |
| | Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. |
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| | Chorus:<br> |
| | Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.<br> |
| | Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! |
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| | Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack.<br> |
| | Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack? |
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| | Chorus |
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| | We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division.<br> |
| | Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission. |
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| | Chorus |
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| | When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boy,<br> |
| | Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy? |
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| | Chorus |
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| | There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now.<br> |
| | Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now. |
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| | Chorus |
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| | But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather.<br> |
| | Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together. |
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| | Chorus |
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| | Donkey Riding= |
| | Was you ever in Quebec<br> |
| | Launchin’ timber on the deck?<br> |
| | Where ya break yer bleedin’ neck<br> |
| | Ridin’ on a donkey! |
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| | Way hey and away we go<br> |
| | Donkey riding, donkey riding<br> |
| | Way hey and away we go<br> |
| | Ridin’ on a donkey. |
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| | Was you ever in Vallipo<br> |
| | Where the gals put on a show?<br> |
| | Wriggle and dance with a roll and go<br> |
| | Riding on a donkey. |
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| | Wuz ye ever down Mobile Bay<br> |
| | Screwin’ cotton all the day?<br> |
| | A dollar a day is a white man’s pay.<br> |
| | Ridin’ on a donkey. |
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| | Was you ever in London-town<br> |
| | Where the girls eat do come down<br> |
| | See the King in his golden crown<br> |
| | Riding on a donkey |
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| | Was you ever ‘round Cape Horn<br> |
| | Where the weather’s never warm?<br> |
| | Wished to God you’d never been born<br> |
| | Ridin’ on a donkey. |
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| Drunken Sailor= | | Drunken Sailor= |
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| Fish in the Sea= | | Fish in the Sea= |
| Come all you young sailor men, listen to me,<br> | | Come all you young sailor men, listen to me,<br> |
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| Good Morning Ladies All= | | Good Morning Ladies All= |
| We are outward bound for Mobile town<br> | | We are outward bound for Mobile town<br> |
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| A handy Mate an Old Man too.<br> | | A handy Mate an Old Man too.<br> |
| Handy, me boys, so handy! | | Handy, me boys, so handy! |
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| <tabber> | | Haul Away Boys Haul Away= |
| | Oh, Haul away for the windy weather, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Oh, Haul away and pull together boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | Haul away and let’s get’er goin’ boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Haul away for the merchants’ money boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | Haul away like jolly young sailor boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Haul away and roll her over boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | God made the bees and the bees made the honey, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | God made the food but the devil sent the cook, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | We’re rolling down to Cuba for to load up sugar, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | And rolling down to Cuba just to meet a Creole lady, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | And soon we’ll be in red hot Cuba, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Oh haul away and the wind’ll move’er, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | And soon we’ll see a pretty woman, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Oh haul and shake her as she rolls, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| | Haul away for finer weather, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Ooh, haul away for the better weather, boys<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away<br> |
| | Haul away, boys, haul away |
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| Hauley Hauley Ho= | | Hauley Hauley Ho= |
| [[United Kingdom|England]], ould [[Ireland]]<br> | | [[United Kingdom|England]], ould [[Ireland]]<br> |
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| England, ould Ireland<br> | | England, ould Ireland<br> |
| Hauley Hauley Ho! | | Hauley Hauley Ho! |
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| Hi-Ho Come Roll Me Over= | | Hi-Ho Come Roll Me Over= |
| Why don't you blow<br> | | Why don't you blow<br> |
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| An' over the water to England must go!<br> | | An' over the water to England must go!<br> |
| Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound! | | Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound! |
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| Johnny Boker= | | Johnny Boker= |
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| Come rock and roll me over.<br> | | Come rock and roll me over.<br> |
| Do! My Johnny Boker, do! | | Do! My Johnny Boker, do! |
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| <tabber> | | Jolly Roving Tar= |
| | Ships may come and ships may go<br> |
| | As long as the sea does roll.<br> |
| | But a sailor lad just like his dad,<br> |
| | He loves the flowing bowl. |
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| | Oh women on shore he does adore<br> |
| | A girl who’s plump and round.<br> |
| | And your money’s gone<br> |
| | It’s the same old song,<br> |
| | “Get up Jack! John, sit down!” |
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| | Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,<br> |
| | There’s lots of grog in the jar.<br> |
| | We’ll plough the briny ocean line<br> |
| | With the jolly roving tar. |
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| | When Jack ashore, he’ll make his way<br> |
| | To some old boarding house.<br> |
| | He’s welcomed in with rum and gin,<br> |
| | Likewise with pork scouse. |
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| | He’ll spend and spend and never offend<br> |
| | Till he’s lies drunk on the ground<br> |
| | When the money’s gone<br> |
| | It’s the same old song,<br> |
| | “Get up Jack! John, sit down!” |
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| | Then Jack then will slip aboard some ship bound for India or Japan,<br> |
| | Then in Asia there, the ladies fair,<br> |
| | they all love a sailor man,<br> |
| | He’ll go ashore, and he’ll not scorn to buy some girl a gown:<br> |
| | When his money’s gone<br> |
| | It’s the same old song,<br> |
| | “Get up Jack! John, sit down!” |
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| | When Jack is old and weather-beat, too old to cruise about,<br> |
| | They’ll let him stop in some rum shop till eight bells calls him out,<br> |
| | Then he’ll raise his hands high, and loud he’ll cry:<br> |
| | Thank Christ! I’m homeward bound:<br> |
| | But his money’s gone<br> |
| | It’s the same old song,<br> |
| | “Get up Jack! John, sit down!” |
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| Leave Her, Johnny= | | Leave Her, Johnny= |
| I thought I heard the Old Man say:<br> | | I thought I heard the Old Man say:<br> |
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| | Liverpool Judies= |
| | From Liverpool to ‘Frisco a-rovin’ I went,<br> |
| | For to stay in that country was my good intent.<br> |
| | But drinkin’ strong whiskey like other damn fools,<br> |
| | Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool, singin’. |
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| | Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!<br> |
| | Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow. |
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| | A smart Yankee packet lies out in the Bay,<br> |
| | A-waitin’ a fair wind to get under way.<br> |
| | With all of her sailors so sick and so sore,<br> |
| | They’d drunk all their whiskey and can’t get no more. |
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| | Oh, here comes the mate in a hell of a stew.<br> |
| | He’s lookin’ for work for us sailors to do.<br> |
| | Oh, it’s “Fore tops’l halyards!” he loudly does roar,<br> |
| | And it’s lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o’-a-whore! |
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| | One night of Cape Horn I shall never forget,<br> |
| | ‘Tis oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.<br> |
| | She was divin’ bows under with her sailors all wet,<br> |
| | She was doin’ twelve knots wid her mainskys’l set. |
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| | And now we’ve arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,<br> |
| | And all them flash judies on the pierhead do flock.<br> |
| | The barrel’s run dry and our five quid advance,<br> |
| | And I guess it’s high time for to git up and dance. |
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| | Here’s a health to the Captain wherever he may be,<br> |
| | A bucko on land and a bully at sea,<br> |
| | But as for the chief mate, the dirty ol’ brute,<br> |
| | We hope when he dies straight to hell he’ll skyhoot. |
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| Lowlands Away= | | Lowlands Away= |
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| | My Bonnie Highland Lassie= |
| | Oh were you ever in Roundstone Town?<br> |
| | Bonnie Lassie, Hieland Lassie<br> |
| | Were you ever in Roundstone Town?<br> |
| | My bonnie hieland lassie-o<br> |
| | I was often in Roundstone Town<br> |
| | Drinking milk and eating flour<br> |
| | Although I am a young maid<br> |
| | Come lately from my mammy-o |
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| | Were you ever in Bombay,<br> |
| | Bonnie Lassie, Hieland Lassie<br> |
| | Were you ever in Bombay,<br> |
| | My bonnie hieland lassie-o<br> |
| | I was often in old Bombay,<br> |
| | Drinking coffee and bohay<br> |
| | Although I am a young maid<br> |
| | Come lately from my mammy-o |
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| | Oh were you ever in Quebec?<br> |
| | Bonnie Lassie, Hieland Lassie<br> |
| | Were you ever in Quebec?<br> |
| | My bonnie hieland lassie-o<br> |
| | I was often in old Quebec<br> |
| | Stowing timber up on deck<br> |
| | Although I am a young maid<br> |
| | Come lately from my mammy-o |
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| | And are you fit to sweep the floor?<br> |
| | Bonnie Lassie, Hieland Lassie<br> |
| | Are you fit to sweep the floor?<br> |
| | My bonnie hieland lassie-o<br> |
| | I am fit to sweep the floor<br> |
| | As the lock is for the door<br> |
| | Although I am a young maid<br> |
| | Come lately from my mammy-o |
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| | Off to Sea Once More= |
| | When first I landed in Liverpool I went upon the spree<br> |
| | Me hard earned cash, well I spent it fast<br> |
| | Got drunk as drunk could be<br> |
| | And when me money it was all gone ‘twas then I wanted more<br> |
| | But a man must be blind to make up his mind and to go to sea once more |
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| | Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more<br> |
| | But a man must be blind to make up his mind and to go to sea once more |
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| | I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed<br> |
| | Me cloths was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled<br> |
| | And as I rolled the streets about, the tarts they all did roar<br> |
| | And there goes Jack Strapp, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more |
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| | Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more<br> |
| | And there goes Jack Strapp, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more |
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| | And as I walked the streets about, I met old Rapper Brown<br> |
| | I asked him then to take me in they looked at me with a frown<br> |
| | Says he last time you was paid off with me you chuck no score<br> |
| | But I’ll take your advance and I’ll give you a chance and I’ll go to see once more |
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| | Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more<br> |
| | ‘caused I’ll take your advance and I’ll give you a chance and I’ll go to see once more |
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| | Come all you bold sailor lads, and listen to me song<br> |
| | When you come off them damn long trips, I’ll tell you what goes wrong<br> |
| | Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don’t go sleeping with whores<br> |
| | Get married instead, spend all night in bed and go to sea no more |
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| | No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more<br> |
| | Get married instead, spend all night in bed and go to sea no more |
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| | No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more<br> |
| | Get married instead, spend all night in bed and go to sea no more |
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| | One More Day= |
| | Oh, have you heard the news, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | We’re homeward bound tomorrow Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Oh, rock and roll me over<br> |
| | One more day |
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| | Don’t you hear the old man growlin’ Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Don’t you hear the mate a howlin’ Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Oh, rock and roll me over<br> |
| | One more day |
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| | Don’t you hear the caps’n pawlin’ Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Don’t you hear the pilot bawlin’ Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Oh, rock and roll me over<br> |
| | One more day |
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| | Only one more day a-howlin’ Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Can’t you hear the gals a-callin’<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Oh, rock and roll me over<br> |
| | One more day |
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| | Only one more day a-rollin’ Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day a-cursin’<br> |
| | Sing it!<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Oh, rock and roll me over<br> |
| | One more day |
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| | No more gales or heavy weather Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Only one more day, me Johnny<br> |
| | One more day<br> |
| | Oh, rock and roll me over<br> |
| | One more day |
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| Paddy Doyle's Boots= | | Paddy Doyle's Boots= |
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| To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!<br> | | To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!<br> |
| We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!<br> | | We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!<br> |
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| <tabber> | | Paddy Lay Back= |
| | It was cold and dreary morning in December (December)<br> |
| | And all of me money it was spent (spent, spent)<br> |
| | And where it went to, I can’t remember (remember)<br> |
| | So down to the shipping office I went (off I went) |
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| | Paddy lay back, (Paddy lay back)<br> |
| | Take in your slack (take in your slack)<br> |
| | Take a turn around your capstan heave a pawl.<br> |
| | About ship’s stations, boys, boys be handy (Handy!)<br> |
| | We’re bound for Valparaiso ‘round the horn |
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| | Well it seems there was a great demand for sailors (for sailors)<br> |
| | For the colonies, and for Frisco and for France (France, France)<br> |
| | Well, I shipped aboard the limey barque the Hotspur (the Hotspur)<br> |
| | And got legless drunk on my advance (my ad-vance) |
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| | Well, I joined her on a cold December morning (morning)<br> |
| | A-flapping of me flippers to keep me warm (keep me warm)<br> |
| | With the south cone hoisted as a warning (a warning)<br> |
| | To stand by the coming of a storm |
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| | Well, I woke up in the morning stiff and sore boys (sore boys)<br> |
| | And I knew that I was outward bound again (bound again)<br> |
| | And a voice come a-bawling at the door (door)<br> |
| | Lay aft men, and answer to your name (to your name) |
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| | It was on the quarter deck when first I seen ’em (seen ’em)<br> |
| | Such an ugly bunch I never seen before (seen before)<br> |
| | There was a bum and stiff from every quarter (quarter)<br> |
| | And it made my poor old heart feel sick and sore (sore, sore) |
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| | CHORUS |
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| Padstow's Farewell= | | Padstow's Farewell= |
| It's time to go now,<br> | | It's time to go now,<br> |
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| Haul away your anchor,<br> | | Haul away your anchor,<br> |
| It's our sailing time. | | It's our sailing time. |
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| | Pay Me the Money Down= |
| | “Your money, young man, is no object to me”<br> |
| | Pay Me the Money Down<br> |
| | Oh money down and money down<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | I went for a cruise around the town<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | I there met a gal called Sally Brown<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | Oh I put me arm around her waist,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | She says, “Young man, you’re in great haste.”<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | My price of love is half a crown<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | An’ money down, ‘tis real money down.<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | Oh, the Yankee dollar some gits for their pay,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | Will buy us rum for many a day,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | Oh, if I had silver dollars galore,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | I’d pack me bags and stay on shore<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | I wisht I had ten thousand pound,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | I’d sail this old world, around an’ around.<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | I wisht I wuz Ol’ Stormy’s son,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | I’d build a ship o’ a thousan’ ton.<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | We’d stay at the ports where we wuz in,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | Oh drinking’ beer an’ whiskey an’ gin.<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| | When the ship it ties up an’ the voyage is through,<br> |
| | Pay me the money down<br> |
| | Oh I wants me pay, sir, every sou.<br> |
| | Pay me the money down |
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| Randy Dandy-O= | | Randy Dandy-O= |
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| </tabber> | | </tabber> |
| <tabber> | | <tabber> |
| | Rolling Down to Maui= |
| | It’s a damn tough life full of toil and strife<br> |
| | We whalermen undergo.<br> |
| | And we don’t give a damn when the gale has stopped<br> |
| | How hard the winds did blow.<br> |
| | Where homeward bound tiss a grand old sound<br> |
| | With a good ship, taut and free<br> |
| | And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum<br> |
| | With the girls of Old Maui. |
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| | Chorus:<br> |
| | Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys<br> |
| | Rolling down to Old Maui<br> |
| | We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground<br> |
| | Rolling home to Old Maui. |
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| | Once more we sail with a northerly gale<br> |
| | Through the ice and wind and rain,<br> |
| | And coconut fronds, them tropical lands<br> |
| | We soon shall see again.<br> |
| | Six hellish months we’ve passed away<br> |
| | On the cold Kamchatka Sea,<br> |
| | And now we’re bound from the Artic ground<br> |
| | Rolling down to Old Maui. |
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| | Chorus |
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| | And now we sail with a favouring gale<br> |
| | Towards our island home.<br> |
| | Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,<br> |
| | And we ain’t got far to roam.<br> |
| | Our stu’n’s’l bones is carried away<br> |
| | What care we for that sound?<br> |
| | A living gale is after us,<br> |
| | Thank God we’re homeward bound. |
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| | Chorus |
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| | Round the Corner Sally= |
| | Round the cor-ner an’ away we’ll go!<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | Round th’ corner where them gals do go,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| | Oh, Sally Brown she’s the gal for me,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | She’s waitin’ there by the mango tree,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| | She loves me good, she loves me long,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | She loves me hot, and she loves me strong<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| | Was ye ever down in Kingston town?<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | Where the gals all spend our money around?<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| | I wisht I had that gal in tow,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | I’d take her in tow to Callyo.<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| | To Callyo we’re bound to go,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | Around that corner where there’s ice an’ snow<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| | So round ‘er up an’ stretch ‘er luff,<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally!<br> |
| | I think by Gawd we’ve hauled enough!<br> |
| | Round the corner, Sally! |
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| Running Down to Cuba= | | Running Down to Cuba= |
| Running down to [[Cuba]] with a load of sugar,<br> | | Running down to [[Cuba]] with a load of sugar,<br> |
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| (Chorus) | | (Chorus) |
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| | Shallow Brown= |
| | Bound away to leave you |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | Bound away to leave you<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
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| | Shipped on board a whaler<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | Shipped on board a whaler<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
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| | Love you Juliana<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | Love you Juliana<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
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| | Packet lives tomorrow<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | I leave you with great sorrow<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
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| | Across the distant mountains<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | find them crystal fountains<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
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| | Shallow in the morning<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | Just as the day is dawning<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
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| | Bound away to leave you<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown<br> |
| | Bound away to leave you<br> |
| | Shallow oh shallow brown |
| | </tabber> |
| | <tabber> |
| So Early in the Morning= | | So Early in the Morning= |
| The mate was drunk and he went below to take a swig at his bottle o<br> | | The mate was drunk and he went below to take a swig at his bottle o<br> |
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| Ah-ha, come along get along<br> | | Ah-ha, come along get along<br> |
| Stormy along John! | | Stormy along John! |
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| <tabber>
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| The Coasts of High Barbary= | | The Coasts of High Barbary= |
| Look ahead, look-astern<br /> | | Look ahead, look-astern<br /> |
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| And their grave it was the sea<br /> | | And their grave it was the sea<br /> |
| A-sailing down along<br /> | | A-sailing down along<br /> |
| The coast of High Barbary|-| | | The coast of High Barbary |
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| | <tabber> |
| The Dead Horse= | | The Dead Horse= |
| A poor old man<br /> | | A poor old man<br /> |
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| And hang on tight as she bounces around!<br /> | | And hang on tight as she bounces around!<br /> |
| In the sailboat Malarkey.</tabber> | | In the sailboat Malarkey. |
| <tabber>
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| The Wild Goose= | | The Wild Goose= |
| Did you ever see a wild goose<br /> | | Did you ever see a wild goose<br /> |
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| (Chorus) x2 | | (Chorus) x2 |
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| | </tabber> |
| | <tabber> |
| Where am I to Go M'Johnnies= | | Where am I to Go M'Johnnies= |
| Oh, where am I to go, M'Johnnies, oh where am I to go?<br> | | Oh, where am I to go, M'Johnnies, oh where am I to go?<br> |
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| And a bottle for the Chantey Man.<br> | | And a bottle for the Chantey Man.<br> |
| Whiskey for my Johnny O! | | Whiskey for my Johnny O! |
| </tabber>
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| <tabber>
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| Windy Old Weather= | | Windy Old Weather= |
| As we were a-fishing off Happisburgh light<br> | | As we were a-fishing off Happisburgh light<br> |