Sea Chanteys and Other Nautical Songs
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1 Sea Chanteys and Other Nautical Songs Alabama ................................................. 2 Six Feet of Mud (Cyril Tawney) .......... 12 All For Me Grog .................................... 2 South Australia ..................................... 12 Away, Rio! .............................................. 2 Spanish Ladies ...................................... 12 Blow the Man Down .............................. 2 Strike the Bell ....................................... 13 Boston Harbor ........................................ 3 Sugar in the Hold Below ...................... 13 Bully in the Alley ................................... 3 Twiddles (Janie Meneely) .................... 13 Congo River ........................................... 3 Whiskey, O, Johnny, O ......................... 14 The Dead Horse ..................................... 4 Wild Rover ........................................... 14 The Derby Ram ...................................... 4 Credits: ................................................. 14 Donkey Riding ....................................... 4 Light From The Lighthouse .................15 Essequibo River ..................................... 5 The Diamond .......................................15 Fathom The Bowl .................................. 5 Whiskey in the Jar ................................16 General Taylor ........................................ 5 Come for to Sing ..................................16 Get Up Jack, John Sit Down .................. 5 Rosabella ..............................................17 Hangin' Johnny ...................................... 6 Blowed and Torn ..................................17 Haul Away Joe ....................................... 6 We're Here to Drink the Whiskey ..18 & 20 High Barbary .......................................... 6 Molly Malone .......................................18 A Hundred Years Ago ............................ 7 Wild Mountain Thyme .........................18 John Kanaka-naka .................................. 7 Lock Lomond .......................................19 Leave Her Johnny .................................. 7 I'm A Rover ..........................................19 Liverpool Judies ..................................... 8 Mist Covered Mountains of Home ......20 The Mermaid .......................................... 8 Parting Glass ........................................20 New York Girls ...................................... 8 Health to the Company ........................21 Paddy Doyle’s Boots .............................. 9 Last Skipjack .......................................21 Paddy Lay Back ..................................... 9 The Mingalay Boat Song .....................21 Pleasant and Delightful .......................... 9 One for the Morning Glory ..................21 Pump Me Boys ..................................... 10 Sailor's Hymn ......................................22 Roll the Old Chariot Along .................. 10 The Saucy Roseabella ..........................22 Rolling Down to Old Maui .................. 10 Sloop John B ........................................22 Sailor’s Prayer (Tom Lewis) ................... 11 Yankee Doodle (1812 Version) ...........22 Sam's Gone Away ................................. 11 The Shanghaied Dredger ...................... 11 2 Alabama Away, Rio! Oh, the Alabama's keel was laid Roll Alabama, roll For we're bound for the Rio Grande! She was built in the yard of Jonathan Laird And it’s away, Rio! Aye, Rio! Oh, roll Alabama, roll So fare thee well my pretty young girls For we're bound for the Rio Grande! Away down the Mersey she rolled one day And across the "Western" she ploughed her way The anchor is weighed and the sails they are set, Away, Rio! The gals we are leaving we'll never forget, With British guns, oh, she was stocked She sailed from Fayal, in Cherbourg she docked So it's pack up your donkey and get under way, The girls we are leaving can take our half pay. To fight the North Semmes did employ Any method to kill and destroy We’re heading our ship out over the bar We’re charting our course by the bright Southern Star But off Cherbourg the Kearsage lay tight Awaiting was Winslow to start a good fight Sing good bye to Nellie and good bye to Sue And you who are listening, good bye to you Outside the three mile limit they fought And Semmes escaped on a fine British yacht Heave only one pawl, then 'vast heavin', belay! Heave steady, because we say farewell today. The Kearsage won - Alabama so brave Sank to the bottom of a watery grave Blow the Man Down All For Me Grog I'm a blue water sailor just back from Hong Kong And it's all for me grog, Me noggin, noggin grog, Way, hey, blow the man down All gone for beer and tobacco, If you give me some whiskey I'll sing you a song For I spent all me tin on the lassies, drinking gin, Give me some time to blow the man down And across the Western Ocean I must wander. As I was a-walkin' down Paradise Street And where are me shoes, Me noggin, noggin shoes? A dashing young damsel I chanced for to meet All gone for beer and tobacco, For the soles is all wore out, And the tops is knocked about, She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow And the heels is looking out for better weather! So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now." And where is me shirt, Me noggin, noggin shirt? I hailed her in English and I hailed her all round For the buttons all wore out, And the cuffs is knocked about, I hauled up alongside and asked where she was bound And the tails is looking out for better weather! She said to me, "Sir, will you stand a treat?" And where is me pants ,Me noggin, noggin pants? "Delighted," says I, "For a charmer so sweet." For the knees is all wore out And the seat is knocked about, And my arse is looking out for better weather! So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow And yard-arm to yard-arm away we did go And what of me bed, Me noggin, noggin bed? For I lent it to a whore, Now the mattress is all tore, It was up in her quarters she piped me aboard And the springs is looking out for better weather! And there on her bed I cut loose with my sword Ah, but just as my cutter was forging ahead She shouted, "My husband!" and jumped out of bed 3 He was seven feet tall, had a chest like a horse Bully in the Alley And straight for my jawbone he plotted his course Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley, He loosened my rigging, he kicked in my stays Way, hey, bully in the alley! I flew down the stairs like a ship on the ways Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley, Bully down in Shnbone al! I chanced on a packet that happened on by And when I awoke I was bound for Shanghai Well, Sally is the girl down that I love dearly, Way, hey, bully in the alley! So come all you young laddies that follow the sea Sally is the girl that I spliced nearly. Don't never take heed of what pretty girls say. Bully down in shinbone al! Boston Harbor For seven long years I courted Sally, All she did was dilly-dally. From Boston harbor we set sail And the wind was blowin' the devil of a gale Sally she’s a Badian beauty! With the ring-tail set all about the mizzen peak She’s a girl what know her duty And the dolphin striker plowin' up the deep I'll leave Sal and I'll become a sailor, With a big bow wow, tow row row I'll leave Sal and ship aboard a whaler. Fal dee rall dee di do day. When I get back, I’ll mary Sally! Then up steps the skipper from down below We’ll have kids and mark ‘em by the tally! And he looks aloft, boys, and he looks alow And he looks alow and he looks aloft Congo River And it's tighten up your ropes, boys, fore and aft. Was you never down the Congo River, Then it's down to his cabin he quickly falls Blow, boys, blow; To his poor old steward then he bawls Where the fever makes the white man shiver, "Fix me a glass that will make me cough Blow, me bully boys, blow. 'Cause it's better weather here than it is up aloft." Yonder comes a Yankee packet While it's we poor seamen that are up on the decks She fires her guns, don't you hear the racket With the blasted rain falling down our necks And not a drop of grog will he afford Oh, how do you know she's a Yankee clipper? For he damns our eyes with every other word. Why, her masts and yards, they shine like silver Now there's just one thing we all do crave Oh, what do you think the crew eats for dinner? That he will find a watery grave Oh, a monkey's arse and a sandfly's liver We will heave him down into some dark hole Where the sharks'll have his body and the Devil have his soul. And who do you think is the skipper of her? Oh, a blackjack slave, the bowery runner Now the old bugger is dead and gone And damn his eyes, he's left a son And what do you think they get for supper? And if to us he doesn't prove frank Oh, a punch in the mouth and a roll in the scuppers We'll very soon make him walk the plank. 4 The Dead Horse The butcher who killed this ram, sir, was up to his knees in blood A poor old man came riding by And the boy who told the tale, sir, was carried away with the And we say so, and we hope so flood They say old man your horse will die, Oh, poor old horse. The crew of the Resolution are handsome, strong and brave, The smartest lot of sailors that ever sailed over the wave! For thirty days I've ridden him, And when he dies we'll tan his skin, Donkey Riding And if he lives, I'll ride him again, Way Hey and away we go Donkey riding, donkey riding I'll ride him with a tighter rein Way Hey and away we go Riding on a donkey. We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails Were you ever in Quebec Stowin' timber on the deck? And the iron of his shoe to make deck nails Where ye'd break yer bleedin' neck Riding on a donkey! We'll hoist him up to the fore yard-arm Where he won't do sailors any harm Were you ever off the Horn Where it's always fine and warm? Where's there's a lion and a unicorn We'll drop him down with a long, long roll Riding on a donkey.