Sea shanties

Edward Kenway chasing a sea shanty page

Sea shanties are working songs commonly sung aboard ships by sailors. They were especially common among navy men and 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. 

When Edward Kenway sailed the Caribbean and the West Indies, he could request his crew to sing various shanties.

Known shanties

Billy RileyBully in the AlleyCaptain KiddCheerly ManDerby RamDrunken Sailor

Old Billy Riley was a dancing master.

Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

Old Billy Riley's master of a drogher.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

Master of a drogher bound for Antigua.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

Old Billy Riley has a nice young daughter.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

Oh Missy Riley, little Missy Riley.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

Had a pretty daughter, but we can't get at her.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

Screw her up and away we go, boys.
Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

One more pull and then belay, boys.

Old Billy Riley, oh, Old Billy Riley!

(Chorus)
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Way, hey, bully in the alley!
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley,
Bully down in shinbone al! Sally is the girl that I love dearly,
Way, hey, bully in the alley.
Sally is the girl that I spliced dearly,
Bully down in shinbone al. (Chorus) For seven long years I courted little Sally,
Way, hey, bully in the alley.
But all she did was dilly and dally.
Bully down in shinbone al. (Chorus) I ever get back, I'll marry little Sally,
Way, hey, bully in the alley.
Have six kids and live in Shin-bone Alley.
Bully down in shinbone al. (Chorus)

O, my name was Captain Kidd,
as I sailed, as I sailed,
O, my name was Captain Kidd,
as I sailed.
My name was Captain Kidd
And God's laws I did forbid,
And so wickedly I did
as I sailed, as I sailed.
So wickedly I did
as I sailed. I murdered William Moore,
as I sailed, as I sailed.
O, I murdered William Moore
as I sailed.
I laid him in his gore,
Not many leagues from the shore,
O, I murdered William Moore,
as I sailed, as I sailed.
I murdered William Moore
as I sailed. I spied three ships from Spain
as I sailed, as I sailed,
O, I spied three ships from Spain
as I sailed.
I spied three ships from Spain,
and I fired on them a-main,
And most of them I slain,
as I sailed, as I sailed.
And most of them I slain
as I sailed. Come all you young and old,
see me die, see me die.
Come all you young and old,
see me die.
You are welcome to my goal,
And by it I lost my soul
Come all you young and old,
I must die, I must die.
Come all you young and old,
I must die.

Oh, Nancy Dawson, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
She rubbed the Bo'sun, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
That was a caution, Hi-oh! (Chorus)
Cheerly, man,
O! Haulee, Hi-oh,
Cheerly, man. Oh, Sally Racket, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Pawned my best jacket, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
And sold pawn the ticket, Hi-oh! (Chorus) Oh, Kitty Carson, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Jitted the parson, Hi-oh! Cheerly, man!
Married a mason, Hi-oh! (Chorus) Oh, Betsy Baker, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Lived in Long Acre, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Married a Quaker, Hi-oh! (Chorus) Oh, Jenny Walker, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Married a hawker, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
That was a corker, Hi-oh! (Chorus) Oh, Polly Riddle, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Broke her new fiddle, Hi-oh!
Cheerly, man!
Right through the middle, Hi-oh! (Chorus)

As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day,
I met the finest ram, sirs, that ever was fed upon hay. (Chorus)
That's a lie, that's a lie
That's a lie, a lie, a lie! This ram and I got drunk, sir, as drunk as drunk could
be,
And when we sobered up, sir, we were far away out
on the sea. (Chorus) This wonderful old ram, sir, was playful as a kid;
He swallowed the captain's spyglass along with the
bo'sun's fid. (Chorus) One morning on the poop, sir, afore eight bells was
struck.
He climbed up to the sky's I yard an' sat down on the truck. (Chorus) This wonderful ol' ram, sir, he tried a silly trick,
He tried to jump a five-barred fence and landed in a
rick. (Chorus) This wonderful ol' ram, sir, it grew two horns of brass,
One grew out o' his shoulder blade, t'other turned into
a mast. (Chorus) An' when this ram was killed, sir, the butcher was
covered in blood.
Five and twenty butcher boys was carried away the
flood. (Chorus) An' when this ram was dead, sir, they buried it in St.
Joan's,
It took ten men an' an elephant to carry one of its
bones. (Chorus)

(Chorus)
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? (Chorus) 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! (Chorus) 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! (Chorus)

Fish in the SeaGood Morning Ladies AllHandy Me Boys

Come all you young sailor men, listen to me,

I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea;

(Chorus)
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.

(Chorus)

Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth,
Saying, "You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!"

(Chorus)

Up jumps the whale... the largest of all,
"If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!"

(Chorus)

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!

Hauley Hauley HoHi-Ho Come Roll Me OverHomeward BoundJohnny Boker

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!

Leave Her, JohnnyLowlands AwayMaid of AmsterdamPaddy Doyle's Boots

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.

(Chorus) 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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

I dreamed a dream the other night
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
My love she came, dressed all in white
Lowlands away I dreamed my love came in my sleep
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep
Lowlands away She came to me at my bedside
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
All dressed in white, like some fair bride
Lowlands away And bravely in her bosom fair
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
Her red, red rose, my love did wear
Lowlands away She made no sound, no word she said
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
And then I knew my love was dead
Lowlands away Then I awoke to hear the cry
Lowlands, lowlands away me John
Oh watch on deck
Oh watch, ahoy
Lowlands away

In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
Mark well what I do say!
In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
And she was mistress of her trade.
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! (Chorus)
A roving, a roving,
Since roving's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving,
With you fair maid! I asked this 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.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! (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, dees ees meine frau!"
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! (Chorus)

Then take fair warning boys from me,
Mark well what I do say!
So take fair warning boys from me
With other men's wives, don't make too free
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! (Chorus)

Yes, aye, and we'll haul, aye,
To pay Paddy Doyle for his boots;
We'll tauten the bunt, and we'll furl, aye,
And pay Paddy Doyle for his boots.
Yeo, aye, and we'll sing, aye,
To pay Paddy Doyle for his boots;
We'll bunt up the sail with a fling, aye,
And pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!
Yeo, aye and we'll haul, aye,
To pay Paddy Doyle for his boots;
We'll skin the old rabbit and haul, aye,
To pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!

Padstow's FarewellRandy Dandy-ORoll and GoRoll, Boys, Roll!Roller Bowler

It's time to go now,

Haul away your anchor,
Haul away your anchor,
It's our sailing time.

Get some sail upon her,
Haul away your halyards,
Haul away your halyards.
It's our sailing time.

Get her on her course now,
Haul away your foresheets,
Haul away your foresheets,
It's our sailing time.

Waves are surging under,
Haul away down Channel,
Haul away down Channel,
On the evening tide.

When your sailing's over,
Haul away for Heaven,
Haul away for Heaven,
God be by your side.

It is time to go now,
Haul away your anchor,
Haul away your anchor,

It's our sailing time.

Now we are ready to sail for the Horn,
Weigh hey, roll and go!
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn,
To be rollicking randy dandy-O! (Chorus)
Heave a pawl, O heave away!
Weigh hey, roll and go!
The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored,
To be rollicking randy dandy-O!
Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,
Weigh hey, roll and go!
Where the pretty young girls all come down in their frocks,
To be rollicking randy dandy-O! (Chorus) Come breast the bars, bullies, heave her away,
Weigh hey, roll and go!
Soon we'll be rolling her down through the Bay,
To be rollicking randy dandy-O! (Chorus)

There was a ship, she sailed to Spain
O ho, roll and go!
There was a ship came home again.
Tommy's on the topsail yard! And what do you think was in her hold?
O ho, roll and go!
There was diamonds, there was gold.
Tommy's on the topsail yard! And what was in her lazarette?
O ho, roll and go!
Good split peas and bad bull meat.
Tommy's on the topsail yard! O, many a sailorman gets drowned,
O ho, roll and go!
Many a sailorman gets drowned.
Tommy's on the topsail yard!

Oh! Sally Brown, she's the gal for me boys
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
Oh! Sally Brown she's the gal for me, boys
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! We're bound away, 'way down south, boys,
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
We're bound away, 'way down south, boys,
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! It's down to Trinidad to see Sally Brown boys,
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
Down to Trinidad to see Sally Brown boys,
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! She's lovely on the foreyard, an' she's lovely down below boys,
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
She's lovely 'cause she loves me, that's all I want to know boys,
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! Ol' Captain Baker, how do you store yer cargo
Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!
Some I stow for'ard, boys, an' some I stow a'ter
Way high, Miss Sally Brown Forty fathoms or more below boys,
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
There's forty fathoms or more below boys,
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! Oh, way high ya, an' up she rises,
Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!
Way high ya, and the blocks is different sizes,
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! Oh, one more pull, don't ya hear the mate a-bawlin?
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
Oh, one more pull, that's the end of all the hawlin'
Way high, Miss Sally Brown! Sally Brown she's the gal for me boys,
Roll, boys! Roll boys roll!
Sally Brown she's the gal for me, boys,
Way high, Miss Sally Brown!

As I rolled out one mornin'
Away, you roller bowler!
As I rolled out one mornin'
I met a lady fair (Chorus)
Timme, hey-rig-a-jig an' a ha-ha
Good mornin', ladies all
Away, you roller bowler!
Timme, hey-rig-a-jig an' a ha-ha
Good mornin', ladies all The first time that I saw her
Away, you roller bowler!
The first time that I saw her,
that saucy gal of mine: (Chorus) But when she found that I was skint
Away, you roller bowler!
But when she found that I was skint
She left me standing there (Chorus) I squared me yards an' sailed away
Away, you roller bowler!
I squared me yards an' sailed away
An' to the ship I went (Chorus) She winked & flipped a flipper
Away, you roller bowler!
She winked & flipped a flipper
She thought I was a mate (Chorus)

Running Down to CubaSo Early in the MorningSpanish LadiesStormalong John

Running down to Cuba with a load of sugar,

Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Make her run you, lime juice squeezes,
Running down to Cuba.

(Chorus)
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba

O, I got a sister, she's nine feet tall,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall,
Running down to Cuba.

(Chorus)

The captain he will trim the sails,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Winging the water over the rails,
Running down to Cuba.

(Chorus)

Give me a gal can dance Fandango,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Round as a melon and sweet as a mango,
Running down to Cuba.

(Chorus)

Load this sugar and home-ward go,
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Mister mate, he told me so,
Running down to Cuba.

(Chorus)

The mate was drunk and he went below to take a swig at his bottle o
(Chorus)
So early in the morning the sailor likes his bottle o
The bottle o, the bottle o, the sailor loves his bottle o A bottle of rum, a bottle of gin, a bottle of Irish whiskey o
(Chorus) The baccy o, tabaccy o, the sailor loves his baccy o
(Chorus) A packet of shag, a packet of cut, a plug of hard terbaccy o
(Chorus) The lassies o, the maidens o, the sailor loves the judies o
(Chorus) A lass from the 'pool, a girl from the Tyne, a chowlah so fine and dandy o
(Chorus) A bully rough house, a bully rough house, the sailor like his rough house o
(Chorus) Tread on me coat, and all hands in, a bully good rough and tumble o
(Chorus) A sing song o, a sing song o, the sailor likes a sing song o
(Chorus) A drinking song, a song of love, a ditty of seas and shipmates o
(Chorus)

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders for to sail for old England,
And we may never see you fair ladies again. (Chorus)
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas.
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take.
'Twas forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer. (Chorus) Now let every man drink off his full bumper,
And let every man drink off his full glass,
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass! (Chorus)

Oh, poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Storm along boys! Storm along John!
Oh, poor old Stormy's dead and gone
Ah-ha, come along get along
Stormy along John! I dug his grave with a silver spade
Storm along boys! Storm along John!
I dug his grave with a silver spade
Ah-ha, come along get along
Stormy along John! I lower'd him down with a golden chain
Storm along boys! Storm along John!
I lower'd him down with a golden chain
Ah-ha, come along get along
Stormy along John! I carried him away to Montego Bay
Storm along boys! Storm along John!
I carried him away to Montego Bay
Ah-ha, come along get along
Stormy along John!

The Coasts of High BarbaryThe Dead HorseThe Rio GrandeThe Sailboat Malarkey

Look ahead, look-astern

Look the weather in the lee!
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
I see a wreck to windward,
And a lofty ship to lee!
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary

"O, are you a pirate
Or a man o' war?" cried we.
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
"O no! I'm not a pirate
But a man-o-war," cried he.
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary.

We'll back up our topsails
And heave vessel to.
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
For we have got some letters
To be carried home by you.
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary

For broadside, for broadside
They fought all on the main;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
Until at last the frigate
Shot the pirate's mast away.
A sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary

With cutlass and gun,
O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin
And their grave it was the sea
A-sailing down along

The coast of High Barbary

A poor old man
Came riding by.
And we say so,
And we know so.
O, a poor old man
Came riding by,
O, poor old man. Says I, "Old man,
Your horse will die."
And we say so,
And we know so.
And if he dies
we'll tan his hide.
O, poor old man. And if he don't,
I'll ride him again.
And we say so,
And we know so.
And I'll ride him
'Til the Lord knows when,
O, poor old man. He's dead as a nail
In the lamp room door,
And we say so,
And we know so.
And he won't come
Worrying us no more
O, poor old man. We'll use the hair of his tail
To sew our sails
And we say so,
And we know so.
And the iron of his shoes
To make deck nails,
O, poor old man. Drop him down
With a long long rope
And we say so,
And we hope so.
Where the sharks have his body
And the devil takes his soul!
O, poor old man.

O say was you ever in Rio Grande?
A-weigh, you Rio!
It's there that the river brings down golden sand,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande (Chorus)
And away, boys, away.
A-weigh, you Rio!
It's fare-you-well my bonny young girls
And we're bound for the Rio Grande
It's fare well to you all the girls of the town.
A-weigh, you Rio!
You got our half-pay for to keep you around,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande! (Chorus)

She's a deep water ship and a deep water crew.
A-weigh, you Rio!
You can keep to the coast but we're damned if we do,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
(Chorus)

We was sick of the beach when our money was gone.
A-weigh, you Rio!
And sign in this packet to drive her along,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
(Chorus)

Please tell me, what is this sailboat's name?
The sailboat Malarkey. Tell me now what is this good boat's name?
It's the sailboat Malarkey. Well now, me boys, we are bound out to sea!
In the sailboat Malarkey. O when will Caroline come down to me?
In the sailboat Malarkey. She's lovely aloft and she's lovely below.
Is the sailboat Malarkey. But she's best on her back as you very well know!
That sailboat Malarkey. Away, away in St George's Town,
In the sailboat Malarkey. The rats come batting the houses down,
Of the sailboat Malarkey. I'd give the world boys and all that I know
In the sailboat Malarkey. To turn and to roll with my Lucy-oh!
In the sailboat Malarkey. You pick her up, boys, and lay her down,
In the sailboat Malarkey. And hang on tight as she bounces around!
In the sailboat Malarkey.

The Wild GooseThe Worst Old ShipWhere am I to Go M'JohnniesWhiskey Johnny

Did you ever see a wild goose

Sailing o'er the ocean?

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!

They're just like them pretty girls,
When they gets the notion.

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!

The other morning
I was walking by the river.

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!

When I saw a young girl walking
With her topsails all a-quiver.

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!

I said, "Pretty fair maid
And how are you this morning?"

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!

She said none the better
for the seeing of you

Ranzo, Ranzo, weigh heigh!

The worst old ship that ever did sail,
Sailed out of Harwich on a windy day. (Chorus)
And we're waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day,
Waiting for the day
That we get our pay. She was built in Roman time,
Held together with bits of twine
(Chorus) Nothing in the galley—nothing in the hold,
But the skipper's turned in with a bag of gold. (Chorus) Off Orford Ness she sprang a leak,
Hear her poor old timbers creak. (Chorus)
We pumped our way round scalby Ness,
When the wind backed round to the west-nor'-west. (Chorus)
Into the Humber and up the town,
Pump you blighters—pump or drown. (Chorus) x2

Oh, where am I to go, M'Johnnies, oh where am I to go?
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
Oh, where am I to go, M'Johnnies, oh where am I to go,
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go? Way up on that t'gallant yard, that's where you’re bound to go.
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
Oh, way up on that t'gallant yard, that's where you’re bound to go.
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go? Way up on that t'gallant yard and take the gans'l in.
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
Oh, way up on that t'gallant yard and take the gans'l in.
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go? You're bound away to Kingston town, that's where you're bound to go.
Timme way hey hey, high roll and go.
You're bound away to Kingston town, that's where you're bound to go.
For I'm a young sailor boy, and where am I to go?

Whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey, Johnny!
O, whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey for my Johnny O! O, I drink whiskey when I can
Whiskey, Johnny!
Whiskey from an old tin can,
Whiskey for my Johnny O! Whiskey gave me a broken nose!
Whiskey, Johnny!
Whiskey made me pawn my clothes,
Whiskey for my Johnny O! Whiskey drove me around Cape Horn,
Whiskey, Johnny!
It was many a month when I was gone,
Whiskey for my Johnny O! I thought I heard the old man say:
Whiskey, Johnny!
I'll treat my crew in a decent way,
Whiskey for my Johnny O! A glass of grog for every man!
Whiskey, Johnny!
And a bottle for the Chantey Man.
Whiskey for my Johnny O!

'Way Me Susiana

We'll heave him up an away we'll go

'Way, me Susiana!
We'll heave him up an away we'll go
We're all bound over the mounten!

We'll heave him up from down below
'Way, me Susiana!
This is where the cocks do crow.
We're all bound over the mounten!

And if we drown while we are young,
'Way, me Susiana!
It's better to drown than to wait to be hung
We're all bound over the mounten!

Oh, growl ye may but go ye must,
'Way, me Susiana!
If ye growl too hard yer head they'll bust
We're all bound over the mounten!

Up sox, you cocks, hand her two blocks,
'Way, me Susiana!
An' go below to yer ol' ditty box
We're all bound over the mounten!

Oh, rock an shake 'er, one more drag
'Way, me Susiana!
Oh, bend yer duds an' pack yer bag

We're all bound over the mounten!

Trivia

• Sea shanties are thought to have developed from naval work songs sung by the British and French navies. The first written reference to such songs emerged in the mid-16th century. 
• The use of the term "sea shanties" in Black Flag is anachronistic. The term "sea shanty" as a naval work song did not develop until the early 19th century, where they were used aboard American merchant vessels. The subsequent use of the term, which originally referred to a specific genre of naval work song, as a catch-all renders this a question of semantics.
• The likely etymologies of the word is the French chanter (to sing) or its English cognate chant.

Reference

• Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag