Shanty Project

www.lymeregisgigclub.com Shanty project [email protected] Lyme Regis Gig Club St Michael’s Business Centre Church Street Lyme Regis Dorset DT7 3BB [email protected] Black Ven Shanty © Sue Beckers 2009 Verse 1 We warned you of her long ago, we warn you of her now. She’s heading out to open sea, Blue Lias at her bow. Her ancient fossils are unearthed by women youth and men. We warned you not to cross her, for her name it is Black Ven Chorus Black Ven of ancient mystery, Black Ven of old Lyme history And now as Rebel’s sister she’s the first, but others will come So, row her out the Cobb with crews of women, youth and men. Blue Lias will be on her hull and on her bow “Black Ven”. Verse 2 Gail McGarva fashioned her from English oak and elm Four thousand copper rivets in her hull and in her helm. Her fender crafted out of rope’s the envy of all men So, are you the crew and coxswain too for rowing in Black Ven? Chorus Verse 3 So come on all you folk of Lyme, come join us on the sea. With Otter brew refreshing you, we’ll row to victory. For once you’ve tried an oar we know you’ll soon be back again To row a Cornish Pilot Gig whose name it is Black Ven. Chorus and: Repeat final 2 lines Blow the man down Blow the man down, bullies. Blow the man down. Wey, hey, blow the man down. Blow him right back into Liverpool town; Give me some time to blow the man down. As I was a-rolling down Paradise Street Wey, hey, blow the man down. A flash-looking packet I chanced for to meet. Give me some time to blow the man down. She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow Wey, hey, blow the man down. So I says to her, “Maggie, way enough now!” Give me some time to blow the man down. She was bowling along with the wind blowing free Wey, hey, blow the man down. She clew’d up her courses and waited for me. Give me some time to blow the man down. Well I tipped her me flipper and took her in tow Wey, hey, blow the man down. And yardarm to yardarm away we did go. Give me some time to blow the man down. But I packed up my sea-chest and sailed the next day Wey, hey, blow the man down. For on that flash packet I’d spent all my pay. Give me some time to blow the man down. Blow the man down, bullies. Blow the man down. Wey, hey, blow the man down. Blow him right back into Liverpool town; Give me some time to blow the man down. The bonny ship the Diamond 1. The Diamond is a ship, me lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound, And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lasses 'round; Cap’n Thompson gives the order to sail the ocean wide, Where the sun it never sets, me lads, no darkness dims the sky. Chorus So it's cheer up, me lads, let your hearts never fail, While the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale. 2. Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand aroon, Wi' their shawls all pulled around them and the salt tears runnin' doon; Don't you weep, my bonny lass, though you be left behind, For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice before we change our mind. 3. Here's a health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Swan, Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond, ship of fame; We wear the trouser o' the white and the jackets o' the blue, When we return to Peterhead, we'll hae sweethearts anoo, 4. It will be bricht by day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame, Wi' a ship that's fu' of oil, me lads, and money to our name; We'll make the cradles for to rock and the blankets for to tear, And every lass in Peterhead sing "Hushabye, my dear." Can’t you dance the polka? As I walked down the Broadway one evening in July, I met a maid who asked my trade: “A sailor John,” said I. Chorus And away, you Santy, my dear Annie. Oh! You New York gals, can’t you dance the polka? To Tiffany’s I took her, I did not mind expense; I bought her two gold earrings, they cost me fifteen cents. Says she, “You limejuice 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 of long sea boots and he’s bosun in the ... Blackball Line.” So he kissed her hard and proper before her flashman came, And fare thee well, me Bowery gal, I know yer little game. I wrapped me gladrags round me and to the docks did steer. I’ll never court another little maid, I’ll stick to rum and beer. I joined a Yankee blood-boat and sailed away next morn. Don’t ever fool around with gals; yer safer off Cape Horn. Chorus x 2 Drunken sailor 1. What shall we do with the drunken sailor?... Chorus Hooray and up she rises, Hooray and up she rises, Hooray and up she rises, Earlye in the morning. 2. Put him in the longboat till he’s sober ... 3. Put him in the scuppers with the hosepipe on him ... 4. Shave his belly with a rusty razor ... 5. Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter. Have you seen the captain’s daughter? Be just like a lamb to the slaughter Earlye in the morning. 6. Heave him by the leg in a runnin’ bowline ... 7. Put him in the bilge and make him drink it ... 8. Tie him to the taffrail when she’s yard-arm under ... 9. Give ‘im a taste of the bosun’s rope-end ... 10. Trice ‘im up in a runnin’ bowline ... 11. That’s what we do with the drunken sailor ... Haul away Joe 1. Way haul away We’ll haul away the bowlin’. Chorus Way haul away Haul away Joe. 2. Way haul away The packet is a-rollin’. 3. Way haul away We’ll hang and haul together. 4. Way haul away We’ll haul for better weather. 5. Geordie Charlton had a pig And it was double-jointed. 6. He took it to the blacksmith’s shop To get its trotters pointed. 7. King Louis was the king o’ France Before the revolution. 8. King Louis got his head cut off And spoiled his constitution. 9. Way haul away We’ll haul away the bowlin’. Haul on the bowlin’ 1. Haul on the bowlin’, homeward we are going. Haul on the bowlin’, the bowlin; HAUL! 2. Haul on the bowlin’, before she starts a-rollin’... 3. Haul on the bowlin’, the Cap’n is a-growlin’... 4. Haul on the bowlin’, so early in the mornin’... 5. Haul on the bowlin’, to Bristol we are goin’... 6. Haul on the bowlin’, Kitty is me darlin’... 7. Haul on the bowlin’, it’s a far cry to payday ... Heart of Oak 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, jolly tars are our men, We always are ready; steady, boys, steady! We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. We’ll ne’er see our foes but we wish ‘em to stay, They never see us but they wish us away; If they run, why, we follow and we run them ashore, For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. Chorus Still Britain shall triumph, her ships plough the sea, Her standard be Justice, her watchword, 'Be free.' Then cheer up, me lads, with one heart let us sing, Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king. Chorus John Kanaka 1. I heard, I heard the old man say John Kanaka-naka, tu-lai eh. Today, today is a holiday John Kanaka-naka, tu-lai eh. Tu-lai eh oh! Tu-lai eh John Kanaka-naka, tu-lai eh. 2. We’ll work termorrer, but no work today … We’ll work termorrer, but no work today … 3. We’re bound away for ‘Frisco Bay … We’re bound away at the break o’ day … 4. We’re bound away around Cape Horn … We wish ter Heaven we’d niver been born … 5. Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away … Oh haul away an’ make yer pay … Lyme Regis Rebel © Sue Beckers 2008 1. When Monmouth came to Lyme Regis shores Singing, row her, boys, and row her away, He was gathering rebels to fight for his cause And it’s out of the Cobb and over the bay. Twelve men from Lyme of those caught in defeat They were hanged by Judge Jefferies on Monmouth beach And it’s row her on high seas, row her on level. Lyme Regis Town has another fine rebel! 2. Smuggling has made many rich on these shores Singing, row her, boys, and row her away, Over the high tide, it’s legally yours And it’s out of the Cobb and over the bay.

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