Was you ever in Quebec
Launchin' timber on the deck?
Where ya break yer bleedin' neck
Ridin' on a donkey!
Way hey and away we go
Donkey riding, donkey riding
Way hey and away we go
Ridin' on a donkey.
Was you ever in Vallipo
Where the gals put on a show?
Wriggle and dance with a roll and go
Riding on a donkey.
Wuz ye ever down Mobile Bay
Screwin' cotton all the day?
A dollar a day is a white man's pay.
Ridin' on a donkey.
Was you ever in London-town
Where the girls eat do come down
See the King in his golden crown
Riding on a donkey
Was you ever 'round Cape Horn
Where the weather's never warm?
Wished to God you'd never been born
Ridin' on a donkey.
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Weigh-hay and up she rises
Weigh-hay and up she rises
Weigh-hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
What will we do with a drunken sailor,
What will we do with a drunken sailor,
What will we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?
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Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Early in the morning!
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Put him in the brig until he's sober,
Put him in the brig until he's sober,
Put him in the brig until he's sober,
Early in the morning!
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Come all you young sailor men, listen to me,
I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea;
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And it's...
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys,
When the wind blows, we're all together, boys;
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow,
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail,
Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail.
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Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth,
Saying, "You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!"
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Up jumps the whale... the largest of all,
"If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!"
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We are outward bound for Mobile town
With a heave-o, haul!
An' we'll heave the ol' wheel round an' round
Good mornin' ladies all!
An' when we get to Mobile town
With a heave-o, haul!
Oh, 'tis there we'll drink an' sorrow drown
Good mornin' ladies all!
Them gals down south are free an' gay
With a heave-o, haul!
Wid them we'll spend our hard-earned pay
Good mornin' ladies all!
We'll swing around, we'll have good fun
With a heave-o, haul!
An' soon we'll be back on the homeward run
Good mornin' ladies all!
An' when we get to Bristol town
With a heave-o, haul!
For the very last time we'll waltz around
Good mornin' ladies all!
With Poll and Meg an' Sally too
With a heave-o, haul!
We'll drink an' dance wid a hullabaloo
Good mornin' ladies all!
So a long goodbye to all you dears
With a heave-o, haul!
Don't cry for us, don't waste yer tears
Good mornin' ladies all!
Why can't ye be so handy-o!
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Oh, aloft this yard must go.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Ooh! Up aloft from down below.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Growl ye may, but go ye must.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Growl too much an yer head they'll bust.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Oh, a bully ship an' a bully crew.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Oh, we're the gang for the kick 'er through.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Yer advance has gone, yer at sea again.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Hey, bound round the horn through the hail an' rain.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Sing an' haul, an' haul an' sing.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Up aloft this yard we'll swing.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Up aloft that yard must go.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
For we are outward bound, ye know.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
A handy ship an' a handy crew.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
A handy Mate an Old Man too.
Handy, me boys, so handy!
Oh, Haul away for the windy weather, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Oh, Haul away and pull together boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away and let's get'er goin' boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away for the merchants' money boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away like jolly young sailor boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away and roll her over boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
God made the bees and the bees made the honey, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
God made the food but the devil sent the cook, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
We're rolling down to Cuba for to load up sugar, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
And rolling down to Cuba just to meet a Creole lady, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
And soon we'll be in red hot Cuba, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Oh haul away and the wind'll move'er, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
And soon we'll see a pretty woman, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Oh haul and shake her as she rolls, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away for finer weather, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Ooh, haul away for the better weather, boys
Haul away, boys, haul away
Haul away, boys, haul away
England, ould Ireland
England, ould Ireland
England, ould Ireland
Hauley Hauley Ho!
Paddy M'Ginty
Paddy, Jock and Jackie too,
Oh Paddy M'Ginty,
Hauley Hauley Ho!
Shamrock an' Rose, boys,
Shamrock, Rose, and prickly Thistle too,
Shamrock an' Rose, boys,
Hauley Hauley Ho!
England, ould Ireland
England, ould Ireland
England, ould Ireland
Hauley Hauley Ho!
Why don't you blow
High-O! Come roll me over
Why don't you blow
High-O! Come roll me over
One man to strike the bell
High-O! Come roll me over
One man to strike the bell
High-O! Come roll me over
Two men to man the wheel
High-O! Come roll me over
Two men to man the wheel
High-O! Come roll me over
Three men, to gallant braces
High-O! Come roll me over
Three men, to gallant braces
High-O! Come roll me over
Four men to furl t'garns'ls
High-O! Come roll me over
Four men to furl t'garns'ls
High-O! Come roll me over
Five men to bunt-a-bo
High-O! Come roll me over
Five men to bunt-a-bo
High-O! Come roll me over
Oh, don't yiz hear the old man say?
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Oh, don't yiz hear the old man say?
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
We're Homeward bound to Liverpool Town,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Where all them judies, they will come down
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
An' when we gits to the Wallasey Gates
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Sally an' Olly for their flash men do wait
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
An' one to the other ye'll hear them say,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Here comes Johnny with his fourteen mont's pay!
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
We meet these fly gals an' we'll ring the ol' bell,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
With them judies, we'll raise merry hell
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
We're homeward bound to the gals o' the town.
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
And stamp up me bullies an' heave it around.
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
An' when we gits home, boys, oh, won't we fly round.
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
We'll heave up the anchor to this bully sound.
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
We're all homeward bound for the old backyard.
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Then heave, me bullies, we're all bound homeward.
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
Heave with a will, boys, oh, heave long an' strong.
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Sing a good chorus for 'tis a good song.
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
We're homeward bound, we'll have yiz to know.
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! Goodbye, fare-ye-well!
An' over the water to England must go!
Hoor-raw me boys! We're homeward bound!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
Come rock and roll me over.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The skipper is a rover.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The mate he's never sober.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The Bo'sun is a tailor.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
We'll all go on a jamboree.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
The Packet is a Rollin'.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
We'll pull and haul together.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
We'll haul for better weather.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
And soon we'll be in London Town.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Oh! Do, my Johnny Boker,
Come rock and roll me over.
Do! My Johnny Boker, do!
Ships may come and ships may go
As long as the sea does roll.
But a sailor lad just like his dad,
He loves the flowing bowl.
Oh women on shore he does adore
A girl who's plump and round.
And your money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Come along, come along, You jolly brave boys,
There's lots of grog in the jar.
We'll plough the briny ocean line
With the jolly roving tar.
When Jack ashore, he'll make his way
To some old boarding house.
He's welcomed in with rum and gin,
Likewise with pork scouse.
He'll spend and spend and never offend
Till he's lies drunk on the ground
When the money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
Then Jack then will slip aboard some ship bound for India or Japan,
Then in Asia there, the ladies fair,
they all love a sailor man,
He'll go ashore, and he'll not scorn to buy some girl a gown:
When his money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
When Jack is old and weather-beat, too old to cruise about,
They'll let him stop in some rum shop till eight bells calls him out,
Then he'll raise his hands high, and loud he'll cry:
Thank Christ! I'm homeward bound:
But his money's gone
It's the same old song,
"Get up Jack! John, sit down!"
I thought I heard the Old Man say:
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her."
Tomorrow you will get your pay,
and it's time for us to leave her.
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
She shipped it green and none went by.
And it's time for us to leave her.
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I hate to sail on this rotten tub.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
No grog allowed and rotten grub.
And it's time for us to leave her.
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We swear by rote for want of more.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
But now we're through so we'll go on shore.
And it's time for us to leave her.
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