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Revels Harbor Cruise and Sing Song Sheet - August 2021 Boston From Boston Harbor we set sail; “Bring me a glass that will make me cough; The wind was a-blowing the devil of a gale; It’s better here than it is up aloft.” … The ensign set all about the mizzen peak, The dolphin striker plowing up the deep. While we poor sailors are standing on the deck With a big bow-wow, to-row-row With the blasted rain all a-pouring down our Fol-de-rol-de-ri-do day! necks, Not a drop of grog would he to us afford, The captain he comes up from down below; But he damns our eyes with every other He looks a-loft and he looks a-low; word… He looks a-low and he looks a-loft, “Coil them ropes there fore and aft!” There’s just one thing that we sailors crave With a big bow-wow, to-row-row Is that he may have a watery grave; Fol-de-rol-de-ri-do day! So we’ll heave him down into some dark hole, Where the sharks can have his body and the Then back to his cabin he quickly crawls, devil have his soul… Unto his steward he loudly bawls, Blow Ye Winds in the Morning ‘Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo: “Five hundred brave Americans a-whaling for to go.” Singing, Blow ye winds in the morning, Blow ye winds, hi-ho! Clear away your running gear, and blow, boys blow! They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port; And give you to some land-sharks to board and fit you out... They tell you of the clipper ships a-going in and out, And say you’ll take five hundred sperm before you’re six months out... It’s now we’re out to sea, my boys, the winds come on to blow; One half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below… When our ship is full, my boys, and we don’t give a damn, We’ll bend on all our stu’nsails and sail for Yankeeland… When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailing, A brimming glass around we’ll pass and damn this blubber whaling!... 1 John Kanaka I thought I heard the old man say We’re bound away round Cape Horn… John Kanaka, na-ka tu-rye-ay. We wish to God we’d never been born!... Today, today is a holiday John Kanaka, na-ka tu-rye-ay. Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away… Tue-ry-ay, oh, tue-rye-ay! Oh haul away and make your pay.… John Kanaka, na-ka tu-rye-ay! The captain said, “Before I’m through,”… We’ll work tomorrow but not today!... You’ll curse your mother for having you.”… We’ll work tomorrow but not today!... I thought I heard the old man say… We’re bound away for ‘Frisco bay,… “You can go ashore and collect your pay.”… We’re bound away to the break of day,… Haul Away, Joe When I was a little boy, or so my mother told me, ‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe! That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would grow all moldy ‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe! Once I was in Ireland a-diggin’ turf and taters, ‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe! But now I’m on a Yankee ship a-haulin’ sheets and braces ‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe! Once I had a Spanish girl, she nearly drove me crazy… But now I’ve got a Yankee girl, and she is just a daisy… King Louis was the King of France before the Revolu-shi-un,… But then he got his head cut off, which spoiled his constitu-shi-un,… Now, up aloft this yard must go, we’ll pull ‘er free and easy,… Another pull and then belay, we’ll make it all so easy… ‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, together… ‘Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather… Final Chorus ‘Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather, Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe! 2 A-Roving In Plymouth Town there lived a maid, I placed my hand upon her knee; Mark well what I do say, Mark well what I do say, In Plymouth Town there lived a maid, She said, “Young man, you’re rather free.” And she was mistress of her trade, I’ll go no more a-roving … I’ll go no more a-roving with you, fair maid! A roving, a-roving, since roving’s been my I kissed that girl and went away ru-i-in, Mark well what I do say, I’ll go no more a roving with you, fair maid! She said, “Young man, why don’t you stay?” I’ll go no more a-roving … I placed my arm around her waist, Mark well what I do say, I took her hand within my own; I placed my arm around her waist, Mark well what I do say She said, “Young man, you’re in great haste!” And said, “I’m bound to my old home.” I’ll go no more a-roving … I’ll go no more a-roving … Away Rio Oh, say was you ever in Rio Grande? And we’re bound for the Rio Grande... Away, Rio! It’s there that the river runs down golden The anchor is weighed and our sails are all strand set… And we’re bound for the Rio Grande. The girls that we’re leavin’ we’ll never And it’s away, Rio! Away, Rio! forget… So fare you well my pretty young girl, For we’re bound for the Rio Grande. So goodbye to Ellen and sweet Georgia Brown… We’ll man the good capstan and run her We left you enough for to buy a silk gown… around, Away, Rio! Our ship went a-sailing out over the bar… We’ll haul up the anchor to this bloody We pointed her head to the Southern Star… sound, 3 Noah’s Ark In ‘Frisco Bay there were three ships, To me way-ay-ay-yuh! But the bull put his horn through the side of In ‘Frisco Bay there were three ships, the ark… A long time ago-wuh! And the little black dog, he started to bark… And one of those ships was Noah’s old ark… So Noah took the dog, shoved his nose in the All covered all over with hickory bark… hole… And ever since then, dog’s nose has been There were two animals of every kind... cold… There were two animals of every kind… And it’s a long, long time and a very long The bull and the cow, they started a row… time… The bull and the cow, they started a row… It’s a long, long time, and a very long time… Then said old Noah with a crack of his whip… “Come stop this row or I’ll scuttle the ship”… Can’t You Dance the Polka? As I walked down the Broadway one evening in July. I met a maid who asked my trade and a sailor John says I. Then away, you Santee, my dear Annie! Oh, you New York girls, can’t you dance the polka? To Tiffany’s I took her, I did not mind expense. I bought her two gold earrings, which cost me fifty cents. Then away, you Santee, my dear Annie! Oh, you New York girls, can’t you dance the polka? Say she, “You lime-juice sailor, now see me home you may.” But when we reached her cottage door, she this to me did say... “My flash man he’s a Yankee with his hair cut short behind. He wears a pair o’ long sea boots, and he sails in the Black Ball Line.”… He’s homeward bound this evening, and with me he will stay. “So get a move on, sailor-boy, get crackin’ on your way.”… So I kissed her hard an’ proper afore her flash man come, And fare ye well, my Bowery gal, I know your little game… 4 Cape Cod Girls Cape Cod girls don’t use no combs. Haul away, haul away! Cape Cod cats don’t have no tails… They comb their hair with codfish bone, The lost ‘em all in the Northeast gale… And we’re bound away for Australia So heave her up, my bully, bully boys, Cape Cod ladies don’t have no frills… Haul away, haul away! They’re plain and skinny as codfish gills… Heave her up and don’t ya make a noise, And we’re bound away for Australia! Cape Cod folks don’t have no ills… Cape Cod doctors feed ‘em codfish pills… Cape Cod boys ain’t got no sleds Haul away, haul away! They slide down hill on codfish heads, And we’re bound away for Australia... Donkey Riding Was ya ever in Quebec, Launchin’ timber on the deck, Was ya ever in Dundee? Where ya’d break yer bleedin’ neck, Bonnie laddie, hieland laddie, Riding on a donkey? Where some pretty ships ya’d see Way, hey, and away we go, Riding on a donkey... Donkey riding, donkey riding, Way, hey, and away we go, Was ya ever in Merrimashee? Riding on a donkey! Bonnie laddie, hieland laddie, Where ya’d make fast to a tree… Was ya ever in London town, Where the girls they do come down, Was ya ever in Mobile Bay? See the king in a golden crown, Screwing cotton by the day… Riding on a donkey Way, hey, and away we go, Was ya ever off Cape Horn? Donkey riding, donkey riding, Where the weather is never warm… Way, hey, and away we go, Riding on a donkey! Was ya ever in Bombay? Drinkin’ coffee an’ bohay… Was ya ever down ‘Frisco Bay Where the girls all shout, “Hooray! Here comes Johnny with his three year’s pay!” Riding on a donkey..