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1 Sea Chanteys and Other Nautical

Alabama ...... 2 Six Feet of Mud (Cyril Tawney) ...... 12 ...... 2 South Australia ...... 12 Away, Rio! ...... 2 Spanish Ladies ...... 12 Blow the Man Down ...... 2 Strike the Bell ...... 13 Harbor ...... 3 Sugar in the 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 ...... 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 Judies ...... 8 Mist Covered Mountains of ...... 20 The ...... 8 Parting Glass ...... 20 Girls ...... 8 Health to the Company ...... 21 Paddy Doyle’s Boots ...... 9 Last ...... 21 Paddy Lay Back ...... 9 The Mingalay Boat ...... 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 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 laid Roll Alabama, roll For we're bound for the Rio Grande! She was built in the 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 is weighed and the 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 out over the bar We’re charting our 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 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 And the heels is looking out for better weather! So I took in all 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 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 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 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 , he kicked in my 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 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 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 ‘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 , boys, fore and . 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 ? 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 ? 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. Where the sharks will have his body and the Devil take his soul. 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. It's up aloft the horse must go, We'll hoist him up and bury him low. Were you ever in Bay Where the folks all shout, "Hooray!"? He’s dead as a nail in the lamproom door "Here comes Johnny with his six months pay!” Riding on a He’s dead as a nail, the son of a whore. donkey."

The Derby Ram Were you ever in Vallipo Where the gals a show? Wriggle their arse with a roll and go Riding on a donkey. As I was going to Derby, 'twas on a market day I met the finest ram, sirs, that ever was fed upon hay Were you ever in Timbucktoo Where the gals are black and That's , that's a lie blue? That's a lie, a lie, a lie! And they wriggle their arses, too Riding on a donkey.

This ram and I got drunk, sir, as drunk as drunk could be, Wuz ye ever in Canton Where the men wear pigtails long, And when we sobered up, sir, we were far away out on the And the gals play hong-ki-kong? Riding on a donkey. sea. Wuz ye ever in Mirramashee Where ye tie up to a tree, This wonderful old ram, sir, was playful as a kid; An' the skeeters do bite ye? Riding on a donkey. He swallowed the captain's spyglass along with the bo'sun's fid. Wuz ye ever on the Broomielaw Where the Yanks are all the go, An' the boys heel an' toe? Riding on a donkey. One morning on the poop, sir, before eight bells was rung, He grabbed the captain's sextant and took a shot at the sun. Wuz ye ever in Town, where the king he does come down And he wears a golden Riding on a donkey. One night 'twas wet and rough, sir, and the wind was blowing keen Wuz ye ever in Baltimore, dancin’ on that sandy floor, He borrowed my suit of oilskins and he took nmy trick at the Where them girls the ask for more, Riding on a donkey wheel 5 Yes I’ve been to Baltimore, Them Dundalk girls adore General Taylor With their beehive hair and their “Yeah, Hon, Sure!” Riding on a donkey. To me way, hey, Stormy Walk him along, John, carry him along Essequibo River Way, hey, Stormy Carry him to his burying ground Essequibo River is the Queen of rivers all Buddy tanna na, we are somebody O! General Taylor died long ago Essequibo River is the Queen of rivers all Walk him along, John, Carry him along Buddy tanna na, we are somebody O! He's gone to where the winds don't blow Carry him to his burying ground Somebody O! Me Johnny, somebody O! Buddy tanna na, we are somebody O! We dug his grave with a silver spade Somebody O! Me Johnny, somebody O! His of the finest was made Buddy tanna na, we are somebody O! We lowered him down on a golden chain Essequibo Captain is the King of captains all On every link we carved his name Essequibo Bos'un is the King of Bos'uns all Essequibo Sailors is the Chief of Sailors all I wish I was old Stormy's son Essequibo Sallies is the Queen of Sallies all I'd build me a ship of ten thousand ton Essequibo Maidens is the Queen of Maidens all I'd load her down with ale and rum Fathom The Bowl And every shellback should have some

Come all you bold heroes; give ear to my song A tot of rum for every man I’ll sing in the praise of good brandy and rum And a bottle full for the shanty man There’s a clear fountain, near shall flow

Give me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl. Get Up Jack, John Sit Down I’ll fathom the bowl; I’ll fathom the bowl Oh, the will come and the ships will go, Give me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl. As long as waves do roll The sailor lad, likewise his dad, From France we do get brandy, from comes rum He loves the flowing bowl: While sweet oranges and lemons from Portugal come A lass ashore we do adore, Strong beer and good cider, o’er England shall flow One that is plump and round, round, round. When the money is gone, it's the same old song, My wife she comes in, when I sit at my ease Get up, Jack! John, sit down! She scolds and she grumbles, and she does as she please She may scold and she may grumble till her is black as Come along, come along, me jolly brave boys, There's lots more grog in the jar. -or- We'll plough the briny ocean My wife she is a mermaid what lives in the sea, With the jolly roving tar. She comes up at night, to to me My wife she is a mermaid, like the sea her hips roll! [I] go and take a trip in a man-o'-war To China or Japan, (Thanks Mishka!) In Asia, there are ladies fair Who love the sailorman. When Jack and Joe palavers, 0, My father, he lies in the depth of the sea And buy the girls a gown, gown, gown. With stones at his feet, what matters for he? When the money is gone it's the same old song, Here’s a cask of good cider, to pray for his soul Get up, Jack! John, sit down!

When Jack is ashore he beats his way 6 Towards some old boarding-house: Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe. They’ll welcomed him in with rum and gin, And he's fed with pork and scouse: Well, first I had an Irish gal, her name was Kitty Brannigan; For he'll lend and spend and never offend She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she pinched me plate Til he lays drunk on the ground, ground, ground and pannikin. When his money is gone it's the same old song: Get up, Jack! John, sit down! And then I got a German girl, but she was fat and lazy, And then I got a Yankee girl, she damn near drove me crazy. When Jack gets old and weatherbeat, Too old to roustabout, In some rum-shop they'll let him stop, At 8 bells he's turned King Louis was the king of France before the revolution. out. And then he got his chopped off it spoiled his constitution. He’ll raise his eyes up to the skies, “I'll soon be , bound, bound." Saint Patrick was a gentleman. He came from decent people. When my money is gone it's the same old song: He built a church in town and on it put a steeple. Get up, Jack! John, sit down! Once I was in a'digging turf and taties. Hangin' Johnny But now I'm on a Yankee ship a'hauling on the braces.

They calls me hangin' Johnny, You call yerself a second mate, an' cannot tie a bowline; Away, boys, away! You cannot even stand up straight when the packet she's a They says I hang for money! rollin'. So hang, boys, hang!

They says I hanged me mother / Me sisters and me brothers High Barbary They says I hanged me granny / I strung her up so canny There were two lofty ships from old England came They says I hung a copper / I gave him the long dropper Blow high, blow low and so sail we I'd hang the mates and skippers / I'd hang 'em by their One was the of Luther the other Prince of flippers All a-cruisin' down the coast of High Barbary A , a , a ladder / I'll hang ye all together Hang `em from the yardarm / Hang the sea and buy a "Aloft there, aloft there" our jolly cried pigfarm Blow high, blow low and so sail we They hang for money / Hangin' ain't bloody funny "Look ahead, look astern, look to weather an' a-lee" They calls me hangin' Johnny / Ain't never hanged nobody All a-cruisin' down the coast of High Barbary

"There's naught upon the , sir there's naught upon our lee Haul Away Joe But there's a lofty ship to wind'ard an' she's sailin' fast and free" Way haul away, we're bound for better weather. Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe. "Oh hail her, oh hail her" our gallant captain cried Way haul away, we're bound away together. "Are you a man-o-war or a privateer?" cried he Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe. "Oh, I'm not a man-o-war nor privateer," said he Oh, when I was a little boy me mother told me; "But I am salt sea all a-looking for me fee" Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh. That if I did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all moldy. For Broadside, for broadside a long time we lay Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe. 'Til at last the Prince of Luther shot the pirate's away I sailed the seas for seven years not knowin' what I was missin'; "Oh quarter, oh quarter" those pirates they did cry Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh. But the quarter that we gave them was we sank 'em in the sea Then I trimmed my sails before the gales and started in a- kissin'. 7 A Hundred Years Ago We wish to Christ we'd never been born!

Oh, a hundred years on the Eastern Shore Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away, Oh, yea, oh! Oh haul away, an' make yer pay A hundred years on the Eastern Shore A hundred years ago! Leave Her Johnny Ol' Bully John from Baltimore Leave her, Johnny, leave her! I knew him well, on the Eastern shore Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is done an' the winds don't blow, Ol' Bully John was the boy for me An’ it’s time for us to leave her! A bully on shore and a bucko at sea O are hard and the wages low, Ol' Bully John I knew him well Leave her, Johnny, leave her! But now he'd dead and gone to hell. I think it's time for us to go! An’ it’s time for us to leave her! He's as dead as a nail on the lamp room floor He's as dead as a nail that son of a whore O I thought I heard the old man say, Tomorrow ye will get your pay! They used to think that pigs could heard such a silly lie? It's rotten beef an' weev'ly bread, It's pump or drown the old man said. They thought the world was square and flat Don't tell old Chris Columbo that! The wind was foul an' the sea ran high, She shipped it green an' none went by. They say that mermaids was no yarn In Baltimore they've a lot to l'arn We'd be better off in a nice clean gaol, With all night in an' plenty o' ale! They hung a man for making steam Throwed his body into the stream The mate was a bucko an' the old man a turk, The bosun was a beggar with the middle name ‘o work! Oh a hundred years is a very long time Oh a hundred years is a very long time It's growl yer may an' go yer must, It matters not whether yer last or furst! John Kanaka-naka The cook's a drunk, he likes to booze, I heard, I heard, the old man say, 'tween him an' the mate there's little to choose! John Kanaka-naka tu-lai-ay! Today, today is a holiday, I hate to sail on this rotten tub, John Kanaka-naka tu-lai-ay! No grog allowed and rotten grub!

Tu-lai-ay, Oh! Tu-lai-ay! Now I thought I hear the old man say, John Kanaka-naka tu-lai-ay! Just one more pull an' then belay.

We'll work tomorrow, but no work today,

We'll work tomorrow, but no work today.

We're bound away for 'Frisco Bay, We're bound away at the break of day.

We're bound away around Cape Horn, 8 Liverpool Judies Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship When I was a youngster I sailed with the rest And a fine old man was he! On a Liverpool packet bound out for the West. This sweet mermaid has warned us of our doom; We anchored one day in the harbor of , We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!" Then we put out for the port of New York. Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship, And it's row, row bullies, row, And a fine spoken man was he! Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow Said "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea, And tonight a widow be!" For forty two days we was hungry and sore. Oh, the winds was again'us, the gales, they did roar. Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship, But off Battery Point we did anchor at last And a brave young lad was he! With our ' hove to and the canvas all fast. Said "I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea, And tonight she'll be weepin' there for me!" The boardinghouse masters was off in a trice A'shouting and promising was nice, Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship, And one fat old crimp took a fancy to me. And a crazy old butcher was he! Says he, "You're a fool, lad, to follow the sea." Said "I care much more for my pots and my pans Than I do for the bottom of the sea!" Says he, "There's a job as is waiting for you, With lashings o'liquor and bugger'all to do." Then three times round spun our gallant ship, Says he, "Wha'd'yer say, lad, will you her too?" And three times round spun she; Says I, "You old bastard, I'm damned if I do." Three times round spun our gallant ship, And she sank to the bottom of the sea! But the best of intentions, they never goes far. After thirty two days at the door of a bar New York Girls I tossed off me liquor and what do you think? That rotten old bastard had drugs in me drink. As I walked down the Broadway One evening in July I met a maid who asked me trade And a sailor John says I. The next I remember, I woke in the morn To Tiffany's I took her I did not mind expense On a three skys'l yarder bound south round Cape Horn. I bought her two gold earrings And they cost me fifteen cents With an old suit of oilskins and two pairs of socks And away, you Santee Annie And a bloomin' great head and a dose of the pox. O, you New York Girls Can't you dance the Polka?

Now all you young sailors take a warnin' by me. Says she, "You Limejuice sailor Now see me home you may" Keep and eye on yer drinks when the liquor is free. But when we reached her cottage door She this to me did say. And pay no attention to runner or whore "My man he's a Yankee With his hair cut short behind When your hat's on your head and your feet's on the shore He wears a pair of long sea-boots And he sails in the Blackball ” The Mermaid He's homeward bound this evening And with me he will The ocean waves do roll And the stormy winds do blow So get a move on, sailor-boy Get cracking on your way" And we poor sailors go skippin' at the tag">top So I kissed her hard and proper Afore her flash man came While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below, And fare ye well, me Bowery gal I know your little game The landlubbers lie down below! I wrapped me round me And to the docks did steer It was Friday morn when we set sail, I'll never court another maid I'll stick to rum and beer. And we were not far from the land I joined a Yankee blood-boat And sailed away next morn When our Captain he spied a mermaid so fair Don't ever fool around with gals You're safer off Cape Horn With a comb and a glass in her hand. 9 Paddy Doyle’s Boots Somethin' for to drive away dull care, (Care, care)

T’me way-ay-ay yah! So down upon me knees I went like thunder, (Thunder) We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots! Put me hand into the bottom of the box, (Box, box) We'll all drink brandy and gin! An' what wuz there to my great surprise an' wonder, (Wonder) We'll all shave under the chin! Found only a bottle of medicine for the pox, (Pox, pox) We'll all throw dirt at the cook! Who stole poor Paddy Doyle's boots! So I asked the mate, "Which watch was mine-O."(mine-oh) The dirty ol' man's on the poop! He said he'd show me which watch was which.(which, which) We'll bouse 'er up and be done! So he knocked me down and kicked me in the stern-O (the stern-o). Paddy Lay Back Calling me, "a dirty lousy son-of-a-bitch."(bitch, bitch) 'Twas a cold an' dreary mornin' in December (December) An' all of me money it was spent, (Spent, spent) Now I wish that I was in the Jolly Sailor (sailor) Where it went to, Lord I can't remember (Remember) along with Irish Kitty drinkin’ beer (beer, beer) So down to the shipping office I went, (Went, went) I’d think what a jolly lot was sailors (sailors) and with me flipper I’d wipe away me tear (tear, tear) Paddy lay back (Paddy lay back) Take in the slack (take in the slack) But here I am off again to sea boys (sea boys) Take a turn around yer , heave a pawl (heave a pawl) It’s the same old bloody business over again (again, again) 'Bout ship, stations, boys, be handy, (be handy) So stamp the capstan round and make some noise boys (noise We’re bound for Valapariso ‘round the horn boys) And sing to me the jolly old . (frain, frain) That day there was a great demand for sailors, (For sailors) For the colonies and for Frisco and for France (France, Pleasant and Delightful France) It was pleasant and delightful one midsummer's morn So I shipped aboard a Limey the Hotspur (The When the fields and the meadows were all covered in corn Hotspur) And the blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green spray An' got paralytic drunk on my advance, ('Vance, 'vance) And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day And the larks they sang melodious (3x) at the dawning of the I woke up in the mornin' sick an' sore, sir (Sore sir) day An' I knew that I was outward bound again, (Bound again) When I heard a voice a-bawlin' at the door, sir (The door, sir) A sailor and his true love were a'walking one day "Lay aft, men, an' answer to yer names !", (Names, names) Said the sailor to his truelove I am bound far away I am bound for the East Indies where the load cannons roar It was on the quarter deck when first I saw them (saw them) I must go and leave my Nancy, (3x) she's the girl that I adore Such an ugly bunch I’d never seen before (‘fore, ‘fore) There was a bum and a stiff in every quarter (quarter) Then the ring from off her finger she instantly drew And it made me poor old so sick and sore (sore, sore) , Take this my dearest William and my heart will go too And whilst he stood embracing her tears from her eyes fell There wuz Spaniards & Dutchmen & Roo-si-ans (Roo-si-ans) Saying, May I go along with you, (3x) o no, my love, farewell And Johhny Crapeaus across from France (France, France) So it's fare thee well my Nancy, I can no longer stay And none of 'em could speak a word of English (English) For the is hoisted and the anchor aweigh But they'd answer to the name of "Month's Advance" (vance, And the ship lies awaiting for the next flowing tide vance) And if ever I return again, (3x) make you my bride

Well I knew that in my box I had a bottle, (A bottle)

By the boardin'-master 't was put there, ('t was put there) An' I needed something for to wet me throttle, (Me throttle) 10 Pump Me Boys They say life has its ups and downs Roll the Old Chariot Along That really now is quite profound Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm (3X) I'd like to push the capstan round And we'll all hang on behind. But its pump me boys before we drown. So we'll roll the old chariot along (3X) Pump me boys, pump her dry An' we'll all hang on behind! Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones Oh, a plate of Irish stew wouldn't do us any harm We're just a thousand miles from home. O a roll in the clover wouldn’t do us any harm Oh, a long spell in gaol wouldn't do us any harm The ocean we all do adore Oh, a nice watch below wouldn't do us any harm So come on boys let's pump some more Oh, a round wouldn't do us any harm Don't worry if your stiff and sore (ad infinitum…) I'm sure we've pumped this bit before. Rolling Down to Old Maui Sometimes when I am in me bed And thinking of me day ahead Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, I wish that I could wake up dead Rolling down to old Maui. But pumpin's all I get instead. We're homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui. Yes, how I wish that I could die The swine who built this tub to find It's a damned tough life, full of toil and strife I'd bring him back from where he fries We whalermen undergo. And pump him till the beggar's dry. And we don't give a damn when the gale has stopped How hard the wind did blow. If Noah used him for his ark We're homeward bound! 'Tis a grand old sound Now wouldn't that have been a On a good ship taut and free, From rising sun till getting dark And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum The animals all hard at work. With the girls on old Maui.

The captain's daughter I suppose Once more we sail with a northerly gale Could be called an English Rose Through the ice and sleet and rain. What would you think when I propose And them coconut fronds in them tropic lands The pox she gave to me a dose. We soon shall see again. Six hellish months we've passed away In the cold Kamchatka This rose well she did prick me sore sea, I never felt so bad before And now we're bound from the arctic ground, Thanks to the girl i did adore Rolling down to old Maui. I thought I'd never pump no more. We'll heave the lead where old Diamondhead I called the doctor right away Looms up on old Oahu. To find out what he had to say Our mast and yards are sheathed with ice That's two pound ten get on your way And our decks are hid from view. I'm sure this girl is in his pay. The horrid tiles of the sea-cut ice That deck the Arctic Sea Are miles behind in the frozen wind Since we steered for old There's so much water down below Maui. Just how it got there I don't know The old man says let's roll and go How soft the breeze of the tropic seas Now the ice is far But I think we're bound for Davey Jones. astern, 11 And them native maids in them island glades Are awaiting our return. So for one last trip from port I'll ship but next time back I'm Even now their big black eyes look out swearing Hoping some fine day to see I'll settle down in my hometown and go no more seafaring Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales Rolling down to old Maui. Sam's Gone Away

And now we sail with a favoring gale towards our island I wish I was a cabin boy, aboard a man o'war! home. Our mainmast sprung, our done, Sam's gone away, aboard a man o'war! And we ain't got far to roam. Pretty work, brave boys,Pretty work, I say! Our stuns'l booms are carried away Sam's gone away, aboard a man o'war! What care we for that sound? A living gale is after us, Thank God we're homeward bound! I wish I was the captain, aboard a man o'war! I wish I was the bos'n, aboard a man o'war! And now we're anchored in the bay With the Kanakas all I wish I was a gunner, aboard a man o'war! around You'll never be a hero, aboard a man o'war! With chants and soft aloha oesThey greet us homeward I Wish I were an , lounging in Whitehall! bound. Etc. etc. etc... And now ashore we'll have good fun We'll paint them beaches red The Shanghaied Dredger Awaking in the arms of a wahine With a big fat aching head. Upon the far-off Eastern Shore an oyster dredger lay With the seat worn out of his oilskin pants, his hat had blown away Sailor’s Prayer (Tom Lewis) His clothes were rather seedy, and his chance he knew was slim This dirty town has been my home since last time I was Of ever reaching Baltimore in the he was in sailing But I'll not , I'd sooner be out whaling Then lay me in the forepeak with my face toward Baltimore Saying I'll never get shanghaied again out on the Eastern Shore Oh Lord above, send down a dove, Where they feed you on corn dog and sourbelly twice a day With beak as sharp as razors And you're counted a lucky dredger if you ever get your pay To cut the throat of them there blokes What sells bad beer to sailors In spirit he could fancy himself in a restaurant again Ordering plates of liver for himself and Shorty McClean Paid off me score and then ashore, me money soon was The dredgers stood around him, their eyes could scarcely see flying From drinking five cent whisky, oh what a glorious spree With Judy Lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying Our steward he was a coloured man, the best cook in the With my newfound friends, my money spent just as fast as At making india rubber bread he never could be beat winking His shadow soup was excellent, and on a Christmas day But when I make to clean the slate, the landlord says, "Keep We'd eat dead duck that he'd pick up while sailing dow the Bay Drinking" It was on one chilly evening after working all the day With me money gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for Our captain spied with his telescope the police sloop far away leaving With sails trimmed aft and set our gallant pungy flew Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving Over to the forbidden ground to catch a jag or two

When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound But scarce we'd started working when the police sloop hove in and his hand I'll be shaking sight Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as dawn is breaking "Haul down your jib" was his command, and then began the fight 12 The captain hauled his pistol out as the sloop to round us And as you wallop round Cape Horn, tried You'll wish to Christ you'd never been born! But we raised our dredge and made away upon the foggy tide In South Australia Skylab fell Six Feet of Mud (Cyril Tawney) Fifteen Billion, Shot to hell!

Roll on the drums, oh! me time has come Oh, rock and roll me over boys, Let's get it over with before I start to hum in Let's get this damn job over boys.

Six Feet of mud, six feet of mud, Nine fathoms of water and six feet of mud. Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies, Haul down and sew up the bag Farwell and adieu to you, ladies of ; One consolation-the wife can't nag me in For we've received orders for to sail to old England; But we hope in a short time to see you again. Fire the last salute and slide me down the chute We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, But don't send me overboard in me tiddly suit into We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England, Sound the last post and pray for me From to Scilly is thirty five leagues. For in three day's time I'll be washed up on the coast Then we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, boys, There's a billet to let and I hope you don't forget We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear; To break the news to Greenburgh's I'm in Crown debt We got soundings in ninety-five fathom, and boldly Up the channel of old England our course we did steer. In a year on this tub it's me first green rub And there ain't a man among you can do me a sub Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Then, Ramshead off , Start, Portland, and Wight; I said to the doc "It's a race against the We passed by Beechy, by Fairleigh and Dungeness, 'Cos in three hours time we'll be in dry dock without the And hove our ship to, off South Foreland Light.

South Australia Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, All in the Downs, that night for to meet In South Australia I was born! Then stand by your stoppers, let go your shank-painters, Heave away! Haul away! Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets. South Australia round Cape Horn! We're bound for South Australia! Now let every man drink off his full bumper Let every man toss off his full bowls; Haul away you rollin’ kings We'll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy, T’me heave away! Haul away! So here's a good health to all true-hearted souls! “Haul away,” you’ll hear me sing, We’re ‘bound for south Australia

As I walked out one morning fair, It's there I met Miss Nancy Blair.

I shook her up, I shook her down, I shook her round and round the town.

There ain't but one thing grieves my mind, It's to leave Miss Nancy Blair behind.

13 Strike the Bell Can't get steam for the fire in the flue" Stowing sugar in the hold below Up on the poop deck and walking all about, There is the second mate so steady and so stout; The captain's on the quarter deck What a-thinkin' of he doesn't know himself Scratchin' 'way at his old neck And we wish that he would hurry up and strike, strike the And he cries out, "Heave the larboard lead" bell. Stowing sugar in the hold below

Strike the bell, second mate, let us go below; (Janie Meneely) Look ye well to windward you can see it's gonna blow; Twiddles Look at the glass, you can see it has fell, When the boats all get to sailing and the men are off and gone We wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the bell. What about the women who are up and left alone Do you think they sit and twiddle thumbs until their men come Down on the main deck and workin' at the pumps, home There is the larboard watch just longing for their bunks; Ha! There's other things to twiddle when a girl's left on her own. Look out to windward, you can see a great swell, And we wish that you would hurry up and strike, strike the And it's twiddly-i dee-i dee-i, twiddly-i dee-ay bell. Well it's oftentimes a man will leave you broken with dismay And it's twiddly-i dee-i dee-i, twiddly-i dee-ay Forward on the head and keepin' sharp lookout, But there's other things to twiddle when your man has sailed There is Johnny standin', a-longin' fer to shout, away. “Lights' a-burnin' bright sir and everything is well,” And he's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike Well, I remember Nancy, she was young and she was gay the bell. She won the heart of Captain Dan until he sailed away He left her high and dry with just a kiss upon the chin Aft at the wheelhouse old Anderson stands, But as his ship went sailing out, another ship sailed in. Graspin' at the helm with his frostbitten hands, Lookin' at the compass through the course is clear as hell And then there was Lucinda Brown, as fair as any maid And he's wishin' that the second mate would strike, strike Her truelove went a voyaging, a sailorman by trade the bell. "Oh, keep the fire burning, love," those are the words he spoke So she found herself another man to keep that fire stoked. Aft on the quarter deck our gallant captain stands, Lookin' out to windward with a spyglass in his hand, Lucy Jeffers man came back and knocked upon the door What he is a-thinkin' of we know very well, She was as glad to see him as she'd ever been before He's thinkin' more of shortenin' sail than strikin' the bell. He left her sleeping in the bed, but Lucy didn't care Cuz the poor in the closet sure could use a little air. Sugar in the Hold Below Oh you hear a lot of stories 'bout the sailors and their sport I wish I was in Mobile Bay, screwing cotton all of the day About how every sailor has a girl in every port But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below, But if you added two and two, you'd figure out right quick Below, below, below It's just because the girls all have a lad on every ship. Hey, ho, below, below Stowing sugar in the hold below Hey, ho, below, below Stowing sugar in the hold below

The J.M. White, she's a new boat to stern she's mighty fine Beat any boat on the New Orleans line Stowing sugar in the hold below

The engineer shouts through his trumpet "Tell the mate we got bad news. 14 Whiskey, O, Johnny, O I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. Whiskey is the life of man She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best I'll drink whiskey when I can, And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."

Whiskey, O, Johnny, O I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done John rise her up from down below. And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey,O And if they forgive me as ofttimes before Up aloft this yard must go, Sure I never will play no more. John rise her up from down below. Credits: I like whiskey hot and strong, I'll drink whiskey all day long. Editor Emeritus: Lynn Title Whiskey made my mother cry Template: Don Stallone Of whiskey she was always shy. Editor: Vince Wilding. Email additions, deletions and changes to:

[email protected] Champagne is good, and so is rum And beer is good enough for some. Thanks to the artists and their estates who have given their permission to include their works, especially: I'll drink it hot, I'll drink it cold I'll drink it new, I'll drink it old. Tom Lewis (www.TomLewis.net) Janie Meneely (www.JanieMeneely.com) Cyril Tawney (www.CyrilTawney.co.uk) Whiskey made me sell my coat,

Whiskey's what keeps me afloat. Remember, this is FOLK , there are , only Whiskey killed my sister Sue stylings. Folks may be completely different lyrics than Whiskey killed my brother, too. are in this hymnal. These lyrics aren’t actually rules, more like guidelines… Some likes whiskey, some likes beer I wish I had a barrel here.

Whiskey made the bosun call Hang together one and all.

Whiskey stole me brains away One more pull and we'll belay!

Wild Rover I've been a wild rover for many a year And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer And now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more. And it's no, nay, never;(!!!) No nay never no more,(!!) Will I play the wild rover,(!) No never no more

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

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LIGHT FROM THE LIGHTHOUSE The Diamond (Bob Zentz/Traditional) The Diamond is a ship my boys, for Greenland she is bound When the daylight fades and the shadows And the quay it is all garnished with bonny fall lassies 'round Let the light from the lighthouse shine on The captain gives the order to sail the me ocean wide And the weather watch spies a coming Where the sun it never sets my lads, no squall darkness dims the tide Let the light from the lighthouse shine on . CHORUS me So cheer up my lads let your hearts never And the sun sinks low in a troubled sea fail Let the light from the lighthouse shine on While the bonnie ship, the Diamond goes me fishin' for the And the night winds blow and the rain falls free Along the quay at Peterhead, the lassies Let the light from the lighthouse shine on stand around me With their shawls about their heads and salt tears runnin' down Oh shine on me, shine on me I'll never weep my bonny lad though I'm left Let the light from the lighthouse shine on behind me For there's not a rose on Greenland's ice to Shine on me, oh, shine on me make you change your mind Let the light from the lighthouse shine on . CHORUS me Here's a health to the resolution likewise the Oh the clouds boil black and the wind will Eliza Swan wail A health to the Battle of Montrose and the Let the light... Diamond ship of fame And you're caught in the teeth of a living They wear the trousers of the white the gale jackets of the blue Let the light... When they return to Peterhead they'll find And then your sailor's heart is filled with fear Let the light... that we've been true When the sound of the surf on the rocks is . CHORUS near Let the light... It'll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home Then the wind drops off and the sea's With a ship that's full of oil my lads and becalmed money to their name But the fog is thickest before the dawn They'll make the cradles for to rock and the Then the new sun burns that fog away blankets for to tear From the darkest night comes the brightest And every lass in Peterhead sing hush-a- day bye my dear When your ship is safe in port again . CHORUS You can thank the keeper, you can thank the

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Whiskey in the Jar And if he’ll come and save me, we’ll go roving near Killkenny, As I was going over the far fames Kerry And he’ll treat me better than mountains me darling sportling Jenny I met with Captain Farrell and his money Chorus: he was counting. Now some men take delight in the I first produced my pistol, and then drinking and the roving, produced my rapier. But others take delight in the gambling Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold and the smoking. deceiver, But I take delight in the juice of the Chorus: barley, Musha ring dumma do damma da And courting pretty fair maids in the Whack for the daddy ‘ol morning bright and early. Whack for the daddy ‘ol Chorus There’s whiskey in the jar Come for to Sing I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny. Chorus: I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Some come to work, while others to play, Some come in evening, to pass time away; Jenny. Some come to laugh, Their voices to ring; She said and she swore, that she never But as for me, I come for to sing. would deceive me, but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy. We know our friends, And we know our Chorus: foes, We know who'll be there, I went into my chamber, all for to take a In times of woe. We went a sailing, Our ship slumber, went to sink, Some come for singing, We I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure come for to drink, it was no wonder. But Jenny took my charges and filled Chorus them with water, When I was a young man, I strayed far Then sent for captain Ferrel to be ready from home, I joined the King's , To for the slaughter. ramble and roam; But now that I'm older, Chorus: The one thing I've found, Is that home never It was early in the morning, as I rose up leaves you, When good friends are around. for travel, The guards were all around me and Chorus likewise captain Farrel. I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier, But I couldn’t shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

Chorus:

If anyone can aid me, it’s my brother in the army, If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarny. 17

Rosabella Blowed and Torn

One Monday morning in the month of May, When I was just a little boy searching for my One Monday morning in the month of May, way I thought I heard the Old Man say, I remember how I filled with pride to hear "The Rosabella will sail today." my father say Chorus Your dreams are like the main sail set high And I'm going on board the Rosabella, above the mast I'm going on board the Rosabella, And you run before that living wind as long I'm going on board, right down to board as dreams can last The saucy Rosabella. Chorus: My sails are blown and torn, been laid down She's a deep-water ship with a deep-water wet crew, They need all the mendin' that they can get She's a deep-water ship with a deep-water No time to be attending on these winds alive crew, today You can stick to the coast but I'll be damned Me sails are worn and weathered and I'm if we do bound to go my way On board the Rosabella. I grew up and went to school, to learn that Chorus dreams ain't real All around Cape Horn in the month of May, They taught me how to calculate, hide the All around Cape Horn in the month of May, things I feel All around Cape Horn is a bloody long way I know they didn't mean no harm, but this On board the Rosabella. their learning said Chorus That a man's a man in this here world, and Them Bowry girls will make me grieve, if you dream you're dead Them Bowry girls will make me grieve, (Chorus) They've spent all my money, they'll make For many years now I have been living in me leave my dreams On board the Rosabella. Reality confuses me with its many schemes Chorus So I'll take that weathered tapestry that's One Monday morning in the month of May, folded in my soul One Monday morning in the month of May, And run before the living wind with all the I thought I heard the Old Man say, love I know "The Rosabella will sail today." (Chorus, first softer, then louder)

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WE'RE HERE TO DRINK THE WHISKEY Captain Silver commandeered half the Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas Spanish fleet, no wonder A dozen and fishing rigs to make the For so were her mother and father before day complete. And they each wheeled their barrows Then ashore to a dusty tavern with his Through streets broad and narrow weary, thirsty crew, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive Crying, "Landlord! Throw away the cork! oh" We'll likely have a few!" She died of a faver and no one could save CHO: Singing: We're all here to drink the her whiskey. And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone We're all here for nothing less. Now her ghost her barrow and toast your neighbor, Through streets broad and narrow Turn and toast the rest. Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive For it's one, two, three rounds, oh" We're hellish glad we're here. We're here to drink the whiskey And then we'll drink the beer. Wild Mountain Thyme O the summer time is comin' Lord Faversham of Henley took his And the trees are sweetly bloomin' pleasure, one might say, And the wild mountain thyme From serving sherry in the garden in the Grows around the bloomin' heather evening of the day. Will ye go lassie go? He shared with the cooks and chambermaids his hospitality, Chorus: 'Til eventually there were seventeen and And we'll all go together two at four for tea. CHO. To pull wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather It was four in the morn on New Year's Day, Will ye go lassie go? we all said our goodnights. The wife and I fell into bed and snuffed out I will build my love a bower all the lights. By yon clear, crystal fountain And just as we were nodding off, came a And on it I will pile, pounding at the door. All the flowers o' the mountain In marched MacNamara with a bloody Will ye go lassie go? bagpipe corps. CHO. Chorus: MOLLY MALONE If my true love were gone In Dublin's fair city where girls are so pretty I will surely no other Twas there that I first met sweet Molly To pull wild mountain thyme, Malone All around the heather As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Will ye go lassie go? Through street broad and narrow Chorus: Soft Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive Chorus: Repeat strong oh"

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LOCH LOMOND I'm A Rover

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a braes, star to be seen above Where the sun shines bright on Loch I will be guided without a stumble, into the Lomond, arms of me only love. Where me and my true love were ever won't I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling to gae gently upon a stone On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch I rapped on her bedroom window "My Lomond darling dear, do you lie alone"?

O' ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low [Chorus:] road, And I'll be in afore ye; I'm a rover , seldom sober But me and my true love will never meet I'm a rover of high degree again, Ans when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking On the bonnie bonnie banks o' loch Lomond How to gain my love's company.

Twas there that we parted in yon shady She raised her head up from her feather glen, pillow, raised her arms up around her On the steep steep side o' Ben Lomond, breast, Where in deep purple hue, the Hieland hills Saying "Who's at me bedroom window, we view, disturbing me at me long night's rest? And the moon coming oot in the gloaming. "It's only me, your own true lover, open the door and please let me in. &c For I have come on a long night's journey. I am near drenched to the skin". The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring, [Chorus] And in sunshine the waters are sleeping, But the broken heart will ken nae second She opened the door with the greatest spring again,' pleasure, opened the door and she let me in Though the waefu' may cease fae their We both shook hands and embraced each greeting other. ' we lay as one. "Well now me love, I must go and leave &c you, though the mountains be high above Well, I will climb them with greater pleasure that I have been with me only love".

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WE'RE HERE TO DRINK THE WHISKEY Chorus Captain Silver commandeered half the There shall I gaze on the mountains again, Spanish fleet, On the fields and the woods and the valley A dozen brigs and fishing rigs to make the and glens, day complete. Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken Then ashore to a dusty tavern with his In the haunts of the deer I will roam weary, thirsty crew, Chorus Crying, "Landlord! Throw away the cork! There shall I visit the place of my birth We'll likely have a few!" And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth CHO: Singing: We're all here to drink the All so loving and kind full of music and whiskey. mirth, We're all here for nothing less. In the sweet sounding language of ... Raise your glass and toast your neighbor, O, chi, chi mi na mòrbheanna, Turn and toast the rest. O chi, chi mi na còrrbheanna, For it's one, two, three rounds, O, chi, chi mi na coirreachan We're hellish glad we're here. Chi mi na sgoran fo cheò.( Repeat) We're here to drink the whiskey Chorus And then we'll drink the beer.

Lord Faversham of Henley took his Parting Glass pleasure, one might say, From serving sherry in the garden in the Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in evening of the day. good company. He shared with the cooks and And of all the harm that ere I've done, alas chambermaids his hospitality, was done to none but me. 'Til eventually there were seventeen and And all I've done for want of wit, to memory two at four for tea. CHO. now I cannot recall. So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight It was four in the morn on New Year's Day, and joy be with you all. we all said our goodnights. The wife and I fell into bed and snuffed out Oh, if I had money enough to spend and all the lights. leisure time to sit awhile And just as we were nodding off, came a There is a fair maid in this town that sorely pounding at the door. has my heart beguiled In marched MacNamara with a bloody Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone bagpipe corps. CHO. has my heart in thrall. So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight Mist covered mountains of home and joy be with you all. Chorus Ooh rah soon shall I see them; Of all the comrades that e'er I had He ro see them oh see them. They're sorry for my going away Oh ro soon shall I see them the And all the that e'er I had Mist covered mountains of home. They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it fell into my lot Hail to the mountains with summits of blue, That I should rise and you should not To the fields and the valleys of sunshine I'll gently rise and softly call and dew. "Good night and joy be to you all" To the women and men ever constant and true, Ever ready to welcome one home. 21

Health to the Company Bring her head 'round into the weather Kind friends and companions, come join me in Hail ya ho boys, let her go boys rhyme Sailing homeward to Mingalay And lift up your voices in chorus with mine Wives and sweethearts on the hillside Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain Looking seaward through the heather For we may and might never all meet here again Let her go boys, and we'll anchor Here's a health to the company and one to my 'Ere the sun sets on Mingalay lass When the wind is wild with shouting Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass And the waves mount ever higher Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain Anxious eyes turn ever seaward For we may and might never all meet here again To see us home, boys, to Mingalay Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well Sye or Lewis, Mull or Uhist Her style and her beauty, sure none can excel Tyree, Kull or Vattersea She smiles on my countenance and sits on me None can call us like our island knee Our own dear isle of Mingalay Sure there's no one in Erin as happy as we Longer, longer shall I tarry Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock Where our hearts are both blithe and merry I hope she's safe landed without any shock Turn her round, boys, and she’ll carry If ever I meet you by land or by sea Heart to hearth, home and Mingalay I will always remember your kindness to me One for the Morning Glory Last Skipjack (Bob Zentz) At the end of the day, I like a little drink to raise Fell asleep on deck the other night up me voice and Last skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay sing When a ghostly sloop hove into sight And an hour or two with a fine, brown brew and Last skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay I'm ready for Had her mast rigged back and her set anything Last skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, And the name on her trailboard ’t forget the landlord's (said the) daughters fair Last skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay And every night when they'd turn out the light I Chesapeake Bay, whoa, Chesapeake Bay would tiptoe up Last skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay the stair ...singin' Chesapeake Bay, oh, Chesapeake Bay One for the morning glory, two for the early dew Last skipjack on the Chesapeake Bay Three for the man who will stand his round She was broad in the beam with a shallow And four for the love of you, me girl, Had a trim little push-boat hanging aft Four for the love of you Now there’s only a dozen work the Bay today I got the call from a foreign shore to go and fight She’s the last working in the USA the foe As I come alongside of her to a mournful song And I thought no more of the sisters four, but Said my dredges are empty and the oysters gone still I was sad to Then I awoke as from a dream go There was a sail on the horizon off the starboard I sailed away on a ship, the Morning Glory was beam her name And we'd all fall down when the rum went The Mingalay Boat Song (Scott Robinson) 'round, then get up What care we how wild the minch is and start again What care we for weather I bore once more for my native shore, farewell Hail ya ho boys, every inch is to the raging Sailing closer to Mingalay seas Hail ya ho boys, let her go boys 22

And the Cross Keys Inn, it was beckonin', and Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. me heart was Let me go home, I wanta go home, filled with Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home. For there on the shore were the sisters four with First Mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's a bundle upon trunk, each knee Constable had to come and take him away. There were three little girls and a bouncing boy, Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me and they all alone? looked just like me... Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home. The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all Sailor’s Hymn (Ewan MacColl) my grits, Come all ye bold wherever you’re Then he took and ate up all of my corn. bound, Let me go home, I wanta go home, And always let Nelson’s proud memory go This is the worst trip I've ever been on. round. And pray that the wars and the tumult may Yankee Doodle (1812 Version) cease, The British long have rul'd the Seas, For the greatest of gifts is a sweet lasting peace. With haughty gasconading, May the Lord put an end to these cruel old wars, And chaunting songs their Feats of Praise And bring peace and contentment to all our While others they're degrading. brave tars. Yankee Doodle, fire away Cannon loud as thunder The Saucy Roseabella From brave Decatur, Jones, & , Oh, we're going on board the Roseabella (2X) Makes Johnny Bull knock under. We're going on board, right down to board How we can sing & chaunt likewise, The saucy Roseabella Of Yankee skill in fighting Farewell ye ladies of London town (2X) Behold, Decatur, with his Prize We hate to leave, but we're going on down Bold Britons now are striking. To board the Roseabella The British thought we had not spunk - She's a deep water ship with a deep water crew To try them on the Ocean; (2X) But since we've took, & Burnt & Sunk She could hug the shore, but damned if we do They've got another notion. Aboard the Roseabella They'll find they've not Monsieur to Meet Around Cape Horn where the dolphins play (2X) But Yankee Boys of Mettle Around Cape Horn is a mighty long way Who will their Measure all defeat Aboard the Roseabella Unless they shortly settle Pretty Nancy is my love true (2X) To Press our Men they claim the right She could handle this bully crew But blast their Imposition Aboard the Roseabella We'll let the rascalls know, we'll fight Nancy brought whiskey for all the crew (2X) In Preference to submission She wanted to see which man would do Huzza my Boys we'll fight away Aboard the Roseabella Until they cry pecarie; Or, with our well aim'd Yankee play Sloop John B Soon send them to Old Davy We come on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam, Drinking all night, Got into a fight, Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home. So hoist up the John B’s sail, see how the mains'l sets,