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  • Ho! For a brave and a gallant ship, and a fast and favourin' breeze, with a bully crew and a captain too, to carry me o'er the seas
    To carry me o'er the seas, my boys, to my true love far away
    For she's taken a trip on a government ship ten thousand miles away.

    Chorus:

    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho; a roving I will go
    I'll stay no more on England's shore, to hear the music play! I'm off on the bounding main, and I won't be back again
    I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

    My true love, she is beautiful, my true love, she is young.
    Her eyes are green as an emerald’s gleam, and silvery sounds her tongue and silvery sounds her tongue, my boys, but while I sing this lay,
    She is doing the grand in a distant land, ten thousand miles away.

    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho; a roving I will go
    I'll stay no more on England's shore, to hear the music play! I'm off on the bounding main, and I won't be back again
    I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

    Oh! It was a dark and rain-swept night when I last did see my Meg,
    she'd a government band around each hand
    and another one around her leg
    And another one around her leg, my boys, as the big ship left the bay, "Adieu," says she, "Remember me, ten thousand miles away."

    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho; a roving I will go
    I'll stay no more on England's shore, to hear the music play! I'm off on the bounding main, and I won't be back again
    I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

    Oh! If I were a bosun bold, or a sailor without fear,
    I'd man a boat and away I'd float, and straight to my true love steer,
    and straight to my true love steer, my boys,
    where the dancing dolphins play
    and the whales and the sharks are having their larks, ten thousand miles away

    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho; a roving I will go,
    I'll stay no more on England's shore, to hear the music play! I'm off on the bounding main, and I won't be back again,
    I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

    The sun may shine through the London fog, and the river run quite clear, or the oceans' brine be turned to wine, or I forget my beer
    Said I may forget my beer, my boys, or the landlord's quarter-day
    But I'll never forget my own true love, ten thousand miles away!

    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho; a roving I will go
    I'll stay no more on England's shore, to hear the music play! I'm off on the bounding main, and I won't be back again
    I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho; a roving I will go
    I'll stay no more on England's shore, to hear the music play! I'm off on the bounding main, and I won't be back again
    I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away

  • Away down south where the cocks do crow

    Way down in Florida,

    Them girls all dance to the old banjo

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Chorus

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Oh, what can you do in Tampa bay?

    Way down in Florida,

    But give them workin’ girls all your pay,

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Them Freo girls ain't got no frills,

    Way down in Florida,

    They're skinny and tight as catfish gills

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Oh, why do the women all love me so?

    Way down in Florida,

    Because I don't tell all I know

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Oh, one more pull and that will do

    Way down in Florida,

    For we're the boys to kick her through

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down.

  • Oh, hand me down my riding cane, I'm off to meet my Sally Jane.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me, sailin' down from o'er the sea.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, he came to the shack where Sally did dwell, he knocked on her door and he rung her bell.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, Sally's in the garden pickin' up peas,

    With her long yeller hair hangin' down to her knees.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, who's been here since I been gone, railroad navvy with his sea-boots on.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    If I catch him here with Sally once more, I'll sling me hook, go to sea once more.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, Sally's in the garden sifting sand, her hog-eye man sittin' hand in hand.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, Sally's in the kitchen, punchin' duff,

    The cheeks of her arse go chuff, chuff, chuff!

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, I won't wear a hog-eye, damned if I do,

    Got jiggers in his feet and he can't wear shoes.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me, he is blind and he cannot see.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, a hog-eye ship and a hog-eye crew, a hog-eye mate and a skipper too.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

  • He went to church, he went to chapel,

    Pull down below!

    He went to church, he went to chapel,

    Pull down below!

    Chorus

    Oh hielan' laddie,

    Pull down below,

    Hielan' laddie, bonnie laddie pull down below,

    Sally lives on an old plantation,

    Pull down below!

    She’s the daughter of the wild goose nation,

    Pull down below!

    Oh hielan' laddie,

    Pull down below,

    Hielan' laddie, bonnie laddie pull down below,

    For seven years he courted Sally and all he did was dilly-dally,

    Pull down below!

    He bought no gowns, he bought no laces didn’t take her out to fancy places,

    Pull down below!

    Oh hielan' laddie,

    Pull down below,

    Hielan' laddie, bonnie laddie pull down below,

    Sally brown she loved him dearly he had her heart so very nearly,

    Pull down below!

    Sally brown he wouldn’t marry and she no longer cares to tarry,

    Pull down below!

    This laddie now he took a notion to sail away across the ocean,

    Oh hielan' laddie,

    Pull down below,

    Hielan' laddie, bonnie laddie pull down below,

    Oh hielan' laddie,

    Pull down below,

    Hielan' laddie, bonnie laddie pull down below.

  • Come get your duds in order 'cos we're bound to cross the water

    Heave away, me jollies, heave away

    Come get your duds in order 'cos we're bound to leave tomorrow

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away

    Chorus

    Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    But now we're bound for Fredrick’s town where all the girls are dancing,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    I wrote me love a letter, I was on the Jenny Lind,

    Heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    I wrote me love a letter and I signed it with a ring,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    Chorus

    Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    But now we're bound for Fredrick’s town where all the girls are dancing,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    So it's farewell nancy darling, 'cuz it's now I'm going to leave you

    Heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    You promised that you'd marry me, but how you did deceive me,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    Chorus

    Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    But now we're bound for Fredrick’s town where all the girls are dancing,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    There’s lots of girls around the ports all lookin’ for a sailor,

    Heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    Cos we’re much more excitin’ than a tinker or a tailor,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    Chorus

    Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    But now we're bound for Fredrick’s town where all the girls are dancing,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    I’ll find myself a pretty girl and I will never grieve her,

    Heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    Then maybe we will marry and I vow I’ll never leave her,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away,

    Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain heave away, me jollies, heave away,

    But now we're bound for Fredrick’s town where all the girls are dancing,

    Heave away me jolly boys, we’re all bound away.

  • When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree,

    Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be,

    And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more but a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more.

    Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more

    but a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more,

    I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed,

    Me watch was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled and as I walked the streets about, the whores they all did roar,

    There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more,

    Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more

    there goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more,

    And as I walked the streets about, I met with the rapper Brown,

    I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown,

    He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score,

    But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more,

    Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea once more,

    I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more,

    He shipped me on board of a whaling ship bound for the Arctic Seas,

    Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would freeze,

    But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money on shore 'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more,

    No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more,

    'Twas then that i wished that i was dead and could go to sea no more,

    So come all you bold seafaring men, who listen to me song

    When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong,

    Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores,

    Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more,

    No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more,

    Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more.

  • Oh the Southern Ocean is a lonely place,

    Where the storms are many and the shelter’s scarce,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn over troubled water in the restless sky,

    You can see those mollymawks rise and dive,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn,

    Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird ride the wind and go, Mollymawk

    down upon the Southern Ocean sailing,

    Down below cape horn,

    See the Mollymawk glide on his big white wings

    and lord, what a lonely song he sings,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn he’s got no compass and he’s got no gear,

    and non-one can tell you where the Mollymauks steer,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn,

    Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird ride the wind and go, Mollymawk

    down upon the Southern Ocean sailing,

    Down below cape horn,

    He’s the ghost of a sailor so I’ve heard say,

    who’s body sank, and soul flew away,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn and he’s got no haven and he’s got no home,

    Bound evermore to wheel and roam,

    down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn,

    Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird ride the wind and go, Mollymawk

    down upon the Southern Ocean sailing,

    Down below cape horn,

    When I get too old and can sail no more,

    set me adrift far way from shore,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn you can cast me loose and set me free,

    and I’ll keep that big bird company,

    Down upon the Southern Ocean sailing, down below cape horn,

    Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird ride the wind and go, Mollymawk

    down upon the Southern Ocean sailing,

    Down below cape horn,

    Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird ride the wind and go, Mollymawk

    down upon the Southern Ocean sailing,

    Down below Cape Horn.

  • Chorus:

    Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,

    Let your mountains dark and dreary be,

    For when I'm far away on the briny oceans tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

    The sun was setting in the west,

    The birds were singing from every tree. All nature seemed inclined to rest

    but still there was no rest for me.

    Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,

    Let your mountains dark and dreary be,

    For when I'm far away on the briny oceans tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

    I grieve to leave my native land,

    I grieve to leave my comrades all,

    And my parents whom I love so dear,

    And the bonnie, bonnie lassie that I do adore.

    Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,

    Let your mountains dark and dreary be,

    For when I'm far away on the briny oceans tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

    The drums do beat, the wars do alarm,

    The captain calls, and I must obey,

    So farewell, farewell to my nova scotia's charms,

    For it's early in the morning and I’m far, far away.

    Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,

    Let your mountains dark and dreary be,

    For when I'm far away on the briny oceans tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

    I have three brothers they are at rest,

    Their arms are folded on their chest.

    But a poor simple sailor boy just like me,

    Must be tossed and turned in the deep blue sea.

    Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,

    Let your mountains dark and dreary be,

    For when I'm far away on the briny oceans tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

    Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea bound coast,

    Let your mountains dark and dreary be,

    For when I'm far away on the briny oceans tossed, will you ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?

  • I thought I heard the captain say,
    Pay me my money down,
    Tomorrow is our sailing day,
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me

    Chorus

    Pay me, Pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    As soon as the boat was clear of the bar,
    Pay me my money down,
    The captain knocked me down with a spar,
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me,

    Pay me, Pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    If I'd been a rich man's son,
    Pay me my money down,
    I'd sit on the river and watch it run,
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, Pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    Well 40 nights, nights at sea,
    Pay me my money down,
    Captain worked every last dollar out of me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    I heard the sailors down below... Say: Pay me my money down
    You don't pay us and the ship don't go Pay me my money down.

    Pay me, Pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, Pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

  • 'Twas a cold an' dreary mornin' in December (December).
    Well, all of me money it was spent (spent, spent).
    Where it went to, Lord, I barely can't remember (remember).
    So down to the shippin' office went (went, went).

    Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)!
    Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!
    Take a turn around the Capstan, heave a pawl
    All around ship stations, boys, be handy
    For we're bound for Valparaiso,
    'round the Horn

    Ah, that day there was a great demand for sailors (for sailors)
    For the Colonies and for ‘Frisco
    and for France (France, France)
    So I shipped aboard a limey Barque the Hotspur (the Hotspur)
    An' got paralytic drunk on me advance ('vance, 'vance)

    Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)! Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!Take a turn around the Capstan, heave a pawl All around ship stations, boys, be handy For we're bound for Valparaiso, 'round the Horn

    'Twas on the quarterdeck where first I saw 'em (I saw 'em)
    Such an ugly bunch I'd never seen before ('fore, 'fore)
    For the captain he had shipped a crew of Belgians (Eughhh!)
    An' it made me poor ol' heart feel sick an' sore (sore, sore)

    Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)! Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!Take a turn around the Capstan, heave a pawl All around ship stations, boys, be handy For we're bound for Valparaiso, 'round the Horn

    Now some of the other sailors had been drinking, (been drinking) and i myself was heavy on the booze, (on the booze)
    and i sat upon my old sea-chest a-thinking, (a-thinking)
    to turn into my bunk and take a snooze (snooze snooze)
    I asked the mate to which a-watch was mine-o, (mine-o)

    Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)! Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!Take a turn around the Capstan, heave a pawl All around ship stations, boys, be handy For we're bound for Valparaiso, 'round the Horn

    Says he, I’ll tell you which-a-watch-is-which, (which is which)
    So he blew me down and kicked me in the stern-o, (the stern-o)
    Calling me a dirty lousy son-of-a-bitch (bitch-bitch)
    I quickly made my mind up i should jump her, (jump her) leave the beggar and get a job ashore, (job ashore)
    So I swam across the bay and went and left her, (I left her) and in the English bar I found a whore (whore whore)

    Paddy, lay back (Paddy, lay back)! Take in yer slack (take in yer slack)!Take a turn around the Capstan, heave a pawl All around ship stations, boys, be handy For we're bound for Valparaiso, 'round the Horn!

  • Listen to me tale of an English man set to battle destiny,

    His life was wrong, could he make it right in the Seas of Albany for I grew up rough in London town, but I kept bad company well, the magistrate, he sentenced me to the Seas of Albany,

    Chorus

    You can take my freedom and be damned,

    There’s a new world there for me where a convict man can build a life in the Seas of Albany,

    I was chained beneath a wooden deck packed with animals and thieves a three-month journey undertook to the seas of Albany,

    And for 10 long years I felt the lash hard labor it was for me,

    Now me times a spent, I’m free to roam in the seas of Albany

    You can take my freedom and be damned,

    There’s a new world there for me where a convict man can build a life in the Seas of Albany,

    So, I climbed aboard a whalin brig in a pounding easterly,

    And we set a course past the granite isle to the Seas of Albany the air was thick with smell of death as we emptied out the seas well, the whale blood turned waters red in the Seas of Albany

    You can take my freedom and be damned,

    There’s a new world there for me where a convict man can build a life in the Seas of Albany,

    Well, the storm winds blew I stood agasp at a raging wretched sea it beat like a drum gainst the ship’s old hull in the Seas of Albany a king wave crashed cross the deck it cast me to the sea,

    and dashed me against those southern rocks in the Seas of Albany,

    You can take my freedom and be damned,

    There’s a new world there for me where a convict man can build a life in the Seas of Albany.

    So, I sank down to me watery grave where the fishes come to feed twas no man cared to mourn me soul in the Seas of Albany,

    There lies a man who crossed the globe to outrun his destiny now he’s doomed to spend eternity in the Seas of Albany

    You can take my freedom and be damned,

    There’s a new world there for me where a convict man can build a life in the Seas of Albany,

    You can take my freedom and be damned,

    There’s a new world there for me where a convict man can build a life in the Seas of Albany.

  • Michael: Young Billy Blake was reefing way up on the royal yard

    the ship, she heeled quite strongly and he fell down rather hard,

    We gathered round, the first mate spake, said Billy looked quite pale so we lashed him in his hammock and we slipped him o’er the rail,

    We slipped him o’er the rail me boys, we slipped him o’er the rail,

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    Marcel: old Charlie kicked a block on watch, while sippin’ down a cuppa he ended with his head stuck halfway through a leeward scupper

    we fished him out and wiped his face and then all neatly tied,

    We just wrapped him in his hammock and we popped him o’er the side. We popped him o’er the side me boys, we popped him o’er the side,

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    Barry: an irishman called Flannigan on middle watch was trickin’

    The mizzen sheet caught round his feet and down a hatch did flick him! We sprinkled him with whiskey, put his squeeze box by his side,

    Called in all the saints of Erin and we sank him with the tide.

    We sank him with the tide me boys, we sank him with the tide

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    Kriss: the waves were runnin’ green lads and the decks were less than clear, a cargo net it made itself old Jimmy’s final cheer,

    We wrapped him well to keep him warm and had a cup o’ tea,

    Then we dragged him down amidships and we cheered and set him free.

    We cheered and set him free me boys, we cheered and set him free

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    John: A huge man was harpooner Sven, he always wore a scarf,

    Got snared up on his harpoon line an’ cut him clean in half,

    We put his bits together, in his hammock, rolled ‘em tight,

    And anointed him with whale oil, and we plonked him in the Bight. We plonked him in the Bight me boys, we plonked him in the Bight.

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    Alby: A salt pork bone it got caught firmly down our bosun’s throat. At four bells he just passed away a bleatin’ like a goat. Rememberin' how he treated us we left his hammock slack

    N’ we smothered him with galley scraps and we tossed him off the back. We tossed him off the back me boys, we tossed him off the back.

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    Mal: Oh, a’sailin’ is a fearful life and one can have much sorrow,

    You make a man a friend one day and see him off tomorrow,

    When I ship out some weary day on land don’t lower me,

    I’d rather feed the fishes than damned earthworms don’t you see,

    Yeah we’d rather feed the fishes than damned earthworms, don’t you see,

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

    Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin, so we lash ‘em in their hammocks and we take them to the lee. Oh, us sailors die quite often but on board there ain’t no coffin so all safely in their wrappin’s we just slip ‘em in the sea

  • In the year of ‘42

    An Irish ship hove into view,

    On Paddy’s Day arrived the crew, here come the drunken whalers,

    Chorus

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    Drunken whalers roamed the town drinking rum till the sun went down spending till their last half crown
    here come the drunken whalers

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    Solid drinking three days straight the Irish saint to celebrate, captain’s drunk so’s the first mate, here come the drunken whalers

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    Police were called to take control, throw the drunks into the hole
    lock them up without parole
    here come the drunken whalers.

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    There were riots in the streets,
    To the wind they were three sheets
    too stubborn drunk to admit defeat here come the drunken whalers!

    Way hey and up she rises way hey and up she rises way hey and up she rises bastard drunken whalers!

    It took women to restore order,
    With oyster stew for the marauders big full bellies prevented slaughter
    no more drunken whalers!

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

    Way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    way hey and up she rises
    bastard drunken whalers!

  • Chorus

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?
    With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    I work with a prayer and a knife and a spade, Southern Ocean is where I ply my trade
    last man slipped in to the brine,
    I stepped up and the job was mine

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    No one fights for my place to take a dead man walking for pity sake everywhere in the dark red sea white sharks stare dead eyes at me

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    The whaling barkies best paid man,
    Is how I'm known in Frederickstown but money isn't all there is,
    When you've a wife and couple of kids

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    Just three planks twixt me and they leviathans skin, my job to flay
    cutting in I sweat and toil,
    All to make the sweet whale oil

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    On borrowed time, I must endure there's just one thing of which I'm sure all men must die including me,
    But until the angels set me free

    I will dance, I will dance with a flensing knife
    With the sharks, with the sharks, I will risk my life!

  • Whiskey is the life of man,
    Whiskey, Johnny!
    O, whiskey is the life of man,
    Whiskey for my Johnny o!

    Whiskey-o, Johnny-o,
    Rise her up from down below
    Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
    Up aloft this yard must go,
    rise her up from down below

    O, I drink whiskey when I can
    Whiskey from an old tin can,
    Whiskey, Johnny!
    Whiskey gave me a broken nose
    Whiskey made me pawn my clothes
    Whiskey for my Johnny-o!

    Whiskey drove me around Cape Horn it was many a month when I was gone, Whiskey-o, Johnny-o,
    Rise her up from down below
    whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
    Up aloft this yard must go,
    rise her up from down below

    I thought I heard the old man say:
    I'll treat my crew in a decent way,
    Whiskey, Johnny!
    A shot of whiskey for everyman
    and a bottle for the shantyman
    Whiskey for my Johnny o!

    Whiskey-o, Johnny-o,
    Rise her up from down below
    whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
    Up aloft this yard must go,
    rise her up from down below

  • Ah, we sailed from Cork on a windy day with a dark and cloudy sky,
    Our friends were standing on the quay, the women stood and cried

    But we were young and out for fun and the riches we could find,
    So lift your glass and drink a toast to the girls we left behind

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,
    On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Ah, me brother was a sailorman
    on board the black ball line he jumped his ship in Albany and now he’s doing fine.
    The letter lads, he wrote to us, says come and join me here,
    so we’re off to Albany in the morn without a doubt or fear

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,
    On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Jack has a farm near Albany with livestock by the score,
    He says the trees near touch the sky, King Karris so we’re told
    and sailing ships arrive each day with diggers off for gold,
    and a hundred whales are plainly seen a-frolicking in the Sound

    Oh Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    And now we’re under way, me boys, the ship’s bell loudly sounds
    the quay is now well out of sight and we are seaward bound
    And as we’re rounding passage west the good ship gives full sail and a parting glance to Erin’s isle from the rolling ship deck rail,

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Ah, we sailed from Cork on a windy day with a dark and cloudy sky,
    Our friends were standing on the quay, the women stood and cried,
    But we were young and out for fun and the riches we could find,
    So lift your glass and drink a toast to the girls we left behind

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

  • Well, I never seen the like since I been born, a railroad navvy with his sea boots on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man! Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, oh wake that gal with the blue dress on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    I met a little gal across the sea,
    She's a 'badian beauty and she says to me
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man! Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, oh wake that gal with the blue dress on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    Who's been here since I've been gone? Pretty little gal with a Josey on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man! Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, oh wake that gal with the blue dress on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    Well, my wife died in Tennessee,
    and they sent her jawbone back to me
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man! Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, oh wake that gal with the blue dress on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    So, I hung that jawbone on a fence, and I ain't heard nothin' but the jawbone since
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man! Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, oh wake that gal with the blue dress on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    Well, I never seen the like since I been born a railroad navvy with his sea boots on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man! Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, oh wake that gal with the blue dress on
    When Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man!

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  • Chorus

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    Sally is a girl in Shinbone Alley,

    Wey hey, bully in the alley,

    Sally is a girl, who I spliced nearly,

    Bully down in shinbone al.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    I found myself out on the sea-o

    I found myself with time so free-o

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    I waltzed up to the White Star Inn-o

    I kicked the door and walked right in-o

    Chorus

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    I walked up to the bar-room counter and there I met old greasy Annie

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    I bought her rum and I bought her gin-o

    I bought her wine both white and red-o

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    And when I'd spent up all me din-o

    Off to bed we both did creep-o

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    We rough and tumbled all night long-o

    Dawn did break, the cock did crow-o

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    I left my girl to go a-sailing

    I left my Sal to go a-whaling

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    I thought I heard the old man saying

    One more pull and we're belaying

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, wey hey, bully in the alley.

    Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley, bully down in shinbone al.

  • There was a ship that put to sea,

    The name of the ship was the ‘Billy of Tea,’ the winds blew up, her bow dipped down, o blow, my bully boys, blow.

    Chorus

    Soon may the Wellerman come

    and bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguin’ is done, we’ll take our leave and go.

    She had not been two weeks from shore when down on her a Right Whale bore. The Captain called all hands and swore he’d take that whale in tow.

    Soon may the Wellerman come

    and bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguin’ is done, we’ll take our leave and go

    Before the boat had hit the water

    The whale’s tail came up and caught her.

    All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her when she dived down below.

    Soon may the Wellerman come

    and bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguin’ is done, we’ll take our leave and go

    No line was cut, no whale was freed;

    the Captain’s mind was not of greed,

    but he belonged to the Whaleman’s creed; she took the ship in tow.

    Soon may the Wellerman come

    and bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguin’ is done, we’ll take our leave and go

    For forty days, or even more,

    The line went slack, then tight once more. All boats were lost (there were only four) but still the whale did go.

    Soon may the Wellerman come

    and bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguin’ is done, we’ll take our leave and go

    As far as I know, the fight’s still on.

    The line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone. The Wellerman makes his regular call

    to the captain, crew, and all.

    Soon may the Wellerman come

    and bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguin’ is done, we’ll take our leave and go

  • By Peter Dawson

    On the good ship Mandalay, around the capes of Leeuwin stood 12 good men and brave,

    With stormy seas a’ brewin sou’wester howling winter months the cold is biting through we’ll never make it back we bold, cried the bitter crew.

    Chorus

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll not live to tell the tale,

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll soon be joining Jonah’s whale,

    But if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

    The iron barque the “Mandalay” was sailing for the sound in search of orders empty now, a load there to be found provision for the whalers, provision for the town, provision for the ships ahoy, to work, were ocean bound.

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll not live to tell the tale,

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll soon be joining Jonah’s whale,

    But if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

    And so it was the tales tell the Mandalay rushed on

    Across the teeth a southern gale, a lee shore urged them on they ran for shelter Chatham Island, Tonneson made the call we’ll live to see another day, you brave men one and all.

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll not live to tell the tale,

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll soon be joining Jonah’s whale,

    But if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

    They ran aground two hundred out, with waves as tall as trees the empty hold was filling fast, the sailors on their knees,

    Then Able Seaman Knutson called, I’ll swim a rope to shore,

    but the big sea soon entangled him, and he could do no more.

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll not live to tell the tale,

    Are you with me lads?

    We’ll soon be joining Jonah’s whale,

    But if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

    T’was then Frank Ward stepped up and threw himself into the bay

    he saved poor Knutson and the rope and the crew of the Mandalay as one by one the sailors crawled across the boiling sea

    till all 12 stood on a lonely beach where the skipper cried, “T’me!”

    Are you with me lads?

    Yes we’ll live to tell the tale

    are you with me lads

    we’ll not be joining Jonah’s whale

    if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

    The ocean claimed the boat that day but not the men aboard,

    They stood together safe as one all men safe ashore,

    The new moon smiled behind the clouds as twelve men stood to tell of the day that made men of them all, on the day that no man fell.

    Are you with me lads?

    Yes we’ll live to tell the tale

    are you with me lads

    we’ll not be joining Jonah’s whale

    if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

    Are you with me lads?

    Yes we’ll live to tell the tale

    are you with me lads

    we’ll not be joining jonah’s whale

    if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day, if we all pull hard and stand as one we’ll live to see the day

  • Now we are ready to head for the horn,

    Weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn,

    T’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Chorus

    Heave a pawl an’ heave away,

    weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store,

    t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,

    Weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks,

    to me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Heave a pawl an’ heave away,

    weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store,

    t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Come breast the bars, bullies, an' heave her away, soon we'll be rollin' her 'way down the bay, weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    Sing goodbye to Sally an' goodbye to Sue,

    for we are the boy-os who can kick 'er through to me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Oh, man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will, soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill.

    Heave a pawl an heave away,

    weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store,

    t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums,

    take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs,

    weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawin' free, let's get the glad-rags on an' drive 'er to sea,

    t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay, get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way!

    Heave a pawl an heave away,

    weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store,

    to me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Heave a pawl an heave away,

    weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store,

    t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

  • Fare thee well the princes landing stage, river, mersey fare thee well,

    for I’m bound for Cal-if-orn-i-a(y),

    a place that I know right well,

    Chorus

    So fare thee well my own true love,

    When I return united we will be,

    It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darling when I think of thee

    Yes I’m bound for Cal-if-orn-i-a(y),

    by way of the stormy cape horn,

    but you know I’ll write to you a letter my love, when I am homeward bound

    Chorus ~ musical verse ~ chorus

    I have shipped on a Yankee clipper ship, Davy Crockett is her name,

    and her captain's name, it is Burgess, and they say she’s a floating shame.

    So fare thee well my own true love,

    When I return united we will be,

    It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darling when I think of thee

    It’s me second trip with Burgess in the Crockett, and I reckon I know him well,

    if a man is a sailor then he’ll be alright,

    but if not then he’s sure in hell.

    So fare thee well my own true love,

    When I return united we will be,

    It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darling when I think of thee,

    Oh the tug is waiting at the pierhead,

    To take us down the stream,

    our sails are loose and the anchor is stowed so fare thee well again,

    So fare thee well my own true love,

    When I return united we will be,

    It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darling when I think of thee

    Fare thee well to lower Frederick street, Anson terrace and Old Park lane,

    for I know it’s going to be a long long time, before I see you again.

    So fare thee well my own true love,

    When I return united we will be,

    It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darling when I think of thee

    So fare thee well my own true love,

    When I return united we will be,

    It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but me darling when I think of thee

  • I heard, I heard the old man say, hey,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay,

    Today is a holiday,

    John kanaka kanaka tura yay, tura yay, oh, tura yay,

    john kanaka kanaka tura yay,

    We’ll work tomorrow, but not today,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay,

    We’ll work tomorrow, but not today ,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay, tura yay, oh, tura yay,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay,

    We’re bout away from Frisko bay,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay,

    We’re bout away the break of day,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay, tura yay, oh, tura yay

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay,

    Hal away, oh hal away,

    John kanaka kanaka tura yay,

    Oh hal away and earn your pay,

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay, tura yay, oh, tura yay

    John Kanaka Kanaka tura yay.

  • Away down south where the cocks do crow,

    Way down in Florida,

    Them girls all dance to the old banjo,

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Chorus

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Oh, what can you do in Tampa bay?

    Way down in Florida

    But give them workin’ girls all your pay,

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Them Freo girls ain't got no frills,

    Way down in Florida,

    They're skinny and tight as catfish gills,

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Oh, why do the women all love me so?

    Way down in Florida,

    Because I don't tell all I know,

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Oh, one more pull and that will do,

    Way down in Florida,

    For we're the boys to kick her through,

    And we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line

    and we’ll roll the woodpile down,

    Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ the whole world ‘round that fine gal of mine’s on the Georgia line
    and we’ll roll the woodpile down

  • A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    From new Brunswick Canada,

    Born in the icy freeze,

    A bluff little square rigged sailing brig she's stiff and weatherly,

    With tough old bones of Hackmatack she crossed the Atlantic seas,

    Plowing through the ocean troughs she’s bound for Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    From Scotland to Tasmania,

    A new world there to see,

    The roaring forties, the blazing sun she's stiff and weatherly,

    Then off to West Australia,

    Set off the old barkey,

    In eighteen hundred and twenty six sailed into Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    Major Lockyer’s convict crew,

    McCabe, Dineen, Magee

    Shuttleworth, Kearney, Craftsmen all she's stiff and weatherly,

    For five days they unloaded her salt pork, hardtack, split peas rifles, timber, tools and tents and founded Albany

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany

  • I thought I heard the captain say, Pay me my money down, Tomorrow is our sailing day, Pay me my money down Pay me

    Chorus

    Pay me, Pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down

    As soon as the boat was clear of the bar, Pay me my money down, The captain knocked me down with a spar, Pay me my money down Pay me,

    Pay me, Pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down

    If I'd been a rich man's son, Pay me my money down, I'd sit on the river and watch it run, Pay me my money down

    Pay me, Pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down

    Well 40 nights, nights at sea, Pay me my money down, Captain worked every last dollar out of mePay me my money downPay me

    Pay me, pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down

    I heard the sailors down below... Say: Pay me my money downYou don't pay us and the ship don't go Pay me my money down.

    Pay me, Pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down

    Pay me, Pay me Pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail Pay me my money down

  • Ah, we sailed from Cork on a windy day with a dark and cloudy sky, Our friends were standing on the quay, the women stood and cried

    But we were young and out for fun and the riches we could find, So lift your glass and drink a toast to the girls we left behind

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Ah, me brother was a sailorman on board the black ball line he jumped his ship in Albany and now he’s doing fine.The letter lads, he wrote to us, says come and join me here, so we’re off to Albany in the morn without a doubt or fear

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Jack has a farm near Albany with livestock by the score, He says the trees near touch the sky, King Karris so we’re told and sailing ships arrive each day with diggers off for gold,and a hundred whales are plainly seen a-frolicking in the Sound

    Oh Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    And now we’re under way, me boys, the ship’s bell loudly sounds the quay is now well out of sight and we are seaward boundAnd as we’re rounding passage west the good ship gives full sail and a parting glance to Erin’s isle from the rolling ship deck rail,

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Ah, we sailed from Cork on a windy day with a dark and cloudy sky, Our friends were standing on the quay, the women stood and cried,But we were young and out for fun and the riches we could find, So lift your glass and drink a toast to the girls we left behind

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

    Oh, Penny dear, drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn, On board a ship, the Castlemaine, for West Australia round the horn!

  • By Barry Longworth

    Two weeks off and away we goWith a jolly rolly dinky diLeave the sealers camp we knowWith a jolly rolly dinky di

    ChorusSo row me lads, dig deep me ladsPull hard me lads, no sleep me lads We’ll make landfall by opening time with a jolly rolly dinky di

    We’ll eat like kings and dance like fools taunt the coppers and break the rules With a jolly rolly dinky di

    We’ll rouse a rabble, we’ll fight and shout with whiskey, brandy, ale and stout With a jolly rolly dinky di Albany girls they look so fineI’ll have yours and you’ll have mine

    So row me lads, dig deep me ladsPull hard me lads, no sleep me lads We’ll make landfall by opening time with a jolly rolly dinky di

    And when we’re done they’ll wave goodbyeWith our money in their pockets and a tear in their eye With a jolly rolly dinky di

    Then back to the islands we will rowBack to the worthies and the seal clubs blowWith a jolly rolly dinky di

    So row me lads, dig deep me ladspull hard me lads, no sleep me lads We’ll make landfall by opening time with a jolly rolly dinky di!

  • A noble whale ship and commander called the catalpa, they say

    came out to Western Australia and took six poor Fenians away,

    Chorus:

    So come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day

    take care of the rest of your Fenians,

    or the Yankees will steal them away,

    Seven long years had they served here and seven long more had to stay,

    For defending their country old Ireland for that they were banished away,

    You kept them in Western Australia,

    Till their hair began to turn grey,

    When a Yank from the states of America came out here and stole them away,

    So come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day

    take care of the rest of your Fenians,

    or the Yankees will steal them away,

    Now all the Perth boats were a-racing and making short tacks for the spot,

    But the Yankee she tacked into Fremantle and took the best prize of the lot,

    The Georgette armed with bold warriors went out the poor Yanks to arrest,

    But she hoisted her star-spangled banner saying you'll not board me 1 guess,

    So come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day

    take care of the rest of your Fenians,

    or the Yankees will steal them away,

    So remember six Fenians colonials,

    And sing o'er these verses with skill,

    And remember the Yankee that stole them and the home that they left on the hill,

    Now they've landed safe in America and there will be able to cry,

    Hoist up the green flag and shamrock hurrah for old Ireland we'll die,

    So come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day

    take care of the rest of your Fenians,

    or the Yankees will steal them away,

    So come all you screw warders and jailers remember Perth regatta day

    take care of the rest of your Fenians,

    or the Yankees will steal them away

  • The smartest clipper you can find,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    Is the Margaret Evans of the blue star line,

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Chorus;

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Ah we’re outward bound for New York town them bowery girls we’ll waltz around,

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Awake ‘er shake ‘er afore we’re done awake that girl with the blue dress on,

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Well we stowed our freight at the West Creek pier it’s home to Liverpool then we’ll steer,

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Oh heave a pawl oh bear a hand,

    Just one more pull and make her stand,

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    O, and when we're back in liverpool town we'll stand ya's whiskeys all around!

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Oh the Margaret Evans of the blue star line she’s never a day behind the time,

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun,

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Eliza Lee all on my knee,

    clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

  • By Mal Hatwell

    We were all Shanghaied from a dockside bar,

    Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em boys,

    Knocked out cold with a damned great spar,

    Yah! Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em,

    Woke up sore on this creaking tub,

    Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em boys,

    To damned hard work and rotten grub ,

    Yah! Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em,

    I’m damned fed up with this seaman’s life.

    Wish I was home with my sweet young wife.

    By now she’ll have some other jack, rollin’ warm in our wedding sack.

    The first mate’s always rollin’ drunk and he passes wind like a stinkin’ skunk his sea chest reeks of rum and grog and he croaks out orders like a frog,

    Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em boys,

    ‘Bout the girls our cox’n doesn’t care he shows his wares from a tavern chair the girls all shriek with pure delight and take him with them for the night,

    Yah! Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em,

    Our captain, though he’s seldom seen strolls on the deck in suits so clean our pants they stink from lack of soap and we lash them up with worn out rope,

    Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em boys,

    Three years aboard this lousy tub,

    when we dock home, I’ll buy a pub,

    me shipmates I’ll let drink for free,

    when they come home safely from the sea!

    I’m damned fed up with this seaman’s life.

    Wish I was home with my sweet young wife.

    By now she’ll have some other jack.

    (count 1,2)

    Yah! Knock ‘em down and roll ‘em!

  • By Mal Hatwell

    I sailed away a cabin boy, when I was just fifteen overseas to foreign lands, places I’d never been,

    I met a lot of pretty girls, I loved and left behind,

    Now they are all like shadows, on the oceans of my mind,

    Chorus

    Though, as the memories fade away, there’s one that will remain. I loved a girl in Albany, though I never knew her name.

    Though one girl paled the sunlight, her deep brown sparkling eyes, shone like two bright diamonds, up against the day’s blue skies and loosely, on her shoulders, all smooth and brown and bare, cascaded down the tresses of her soft and flaxen hair.

    Though, as the memories fade away, there’s one that will remain. I loved a girl in Albany, though I never knew her name.

    That day will last forever, how we loved, without a care,

    Until the golden rays of dawn crept through the warm salt air,

    All she knew about me was that from the sea I came,

    And deep inside, the harbour called, and I went back again,

    Though, as the memories fade away, there’s one that will remain. I loved a girl in Albany, though I never knew her name.

    I wed a girl from Norfolk, three children we did hold,

    Now I tell their children, ‘bout the sailing days of old,

    I tell them how we plied the trades, and sailed around the horn, and how a half our crew we lost, in a raging north sea storm,

    Though, as the memories fade away, there’s one that will remain. I loved a girl in Albany, though I never knew her name.

    My darling wife, she softly, passed away from me last spring my children they now care for me, with love and everything. And if my children ask me, I might tell them without shame, how I loved a girl in Albany, - but I never knew her name.

    Though, as the memories fade away, there’s one that will remain. I loved a girl in Albany, though I never knew her name.

  • Only one more day, me Jonnie, one more day, oh rock and roll me over, one more day

    Don’t you hear the old man growlin’ Jonnie,

    One more day

    Don’t you hear the mate a howlin’

    One more day

    Chorus:

    Only one more day, me Jonnie, one more day, oh rock and roll me over, one more day

    Don’t you hear the capstan callin’ Jonnie, can’t you hear the pilot callin’

    One more day,

    Only one more day a haulin’ Jonnie can’t you hear the girls a callin’

    One more day,

    Only one more day me Jonnie,

    and yer pay day’s nearly due Jonnie

    One more day, oh rock and roll me over, one more day,

    So it’s heave and sight the anchor Jonnie, for we’re close about our port Jonnie

    One more day,

    Then put on yer long tail blues me Jonnie, make yer port and take yer money Jonnie

    One more day,

    For we’re homeward bound today me Jonnie, and we’ll leave her without sorrow Jonnie

    One more day, oh rock and roll me over, one more day

    So it’s pack yer pack today me Jonnie, and we’ll leave her where she lies Jonnie

    Only one more day, me Jonnie, one more day, oh rock and roll me over, one more day.

  • In Yarmouth town there lived a man he kept a tavern by the sand

    this landlord had a daughter fair,

    a posh little thing with golden hair,

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    Now to this tavern came a sailor man he asked the daughter for her hand “why should I marry you?” she said

    “I get all I want without being wed.”

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    “But if with me you want to linger,

    I’ll tie a bit of string all around my finger if you pass by just pull the old string

    and I’ll come down and I’ll let you in”

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    At closing time, the sailor man,

    He went to the tavern by the sand,

    And then he went and pulled the old string and she came down and she let him in,

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    Well, he’d never seen such a sight before,

    ‘Cos the string round her finger was all she wore and when he went and pulled the old string,

    She pulled back the blankets and she let jack in,

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    Well, the sailor stayed the whole night through and early in the morning went back to his crew, And he told them about the maiden fair,

    A posh little thing with golden hair,

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    And so, the story soon got around,

    And the very next night in Yarmouth town there was fifteen sailors pulling on the string and she,

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    Now all you men that to Yarmouth do go,

    To find a little thing with her hair hanging low well, all you got to do is pull the old string and she’ll come down and let you all in.

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

    Well won’t you come down, won’t you come down, won’t you come down to Yarmouth town.

  • To Chile’s coast we are bound away,

    T ’me heave-ho! Hang ‘er hilo!

    To Chile’s coast we are bound away,

    We’ll dance and all drink pisco!

    We are bound away at the break o’ day,

    Where them little spanish girls are so bright ‘n gay,

    Chorus

    t ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    An’ when we get to Valipo

    an’ when we get to Valipo

    dance the gals up the street with a roll-n-go grab ‘em round the middle an’ we won’t let go.

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Them gals o’ Chile are hard to beat,

    Them gals o’ Chile are hard to beat,

    From truck to keel they are trim an’ sweet, they‘re all a-pullin’ on the old main sheet,

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Them senoritas they are smart and gay them senoritas they are smart and gay they dance an’ drink till the break o’ day then clean ye out an blow yer pay,

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Rosita, Anna, and Carmen too

    Rosita, Anna, and Carmen too

    they’ll greet yer with a hullabaloo an’ soon ye’ll know what they can do

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Them ‘ol senoras as we know well

    Them ‘ol senoras as we know well

    They’re red hot devils from the other side of hell an’ ye’ll never get a chance for to ring a Chile belle.

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

  • Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times Adieu

    We are bound away from the holy ground, and the girls we love so true we’ll sail the salt seas over, and we’ll return once more,

    And still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Fine - girl - you - are !

    Fine girl you are

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Now when we’re out a-sailing, and you are far behind

    fine letters will I write to you, with the secrets of my mind the secrets of my mind my girl, you’re the girl that i adore and still I live in hope to see. The holy ground once more

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Oh now the storm is raging, and we are far from shore

    the poor old ship she’s sinking fast, and the riggings they are tore the night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon

    but still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    It's now the storm is over, and we are safe on shore

    we’ll drink a toast to the holy ground, and the girls that we adore we drink strong ale and porter, and make the tap room roar

    and when our money is all spent, we’ll go to sea once more,

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Fine girl you are,

    You’re the girl that I adore

    And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more,

    Fine - girl - you - are!

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  • Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay

    I’m on me way down to the cape where the ship at anchor lay

    To command a bunch of navvies they asked me to engage

    I thought I’d stop in for a drink before I went away

    For to take a trip on an immigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay

    The boss comes in this morning and says now pat ye know

    If you don’t get your navvies out i’m afraid you’ll have to go

    Well since he did insult me I demanded all me pay

    And I told him straight I was going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay

    And when I reach Australia, I will go and dig for gold

    There’s plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told

    or else I’ll go back to me trade and a 100 bricks I’ll lay

    Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay,

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay

    For to take old Pat with his shovel on his back to the shores (1 ,2, 3, 4) of Botany Bay.

  • Our boots and clothes are all in pawn

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    It’s flamin’ drafty ’round cape horn

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    Oh, you pinks and posies,

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down,

    My dear old mother said to me

    My dearest son, come home from sea

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    It’s ’round cape Horn we all must go ‘round cape horn in the frost and snow

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    You’ve got your advance, and to sea you’ll go

    to chase them whales through the frost and snow.

    Oh, you pinks and posies

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    It’s ’round cape horn you’ve got to go, for that is where them whalefish blow

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    It’s growl you may, but go you must

    If you growl too much your head they’ll bust

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

    Just one more pull and that will do for we’re the boys to kick her through

    Oh, you pinks and posies

    Go down, you blood red roses, go down

  • The cold wind blasting across the pier

    We're bound where Leviathan plays

    At four in the morn for the sound we'll steer

    In the hunt for the sweet whale oil

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    When the sun's o'head we're well at sea and Paddy's got more work for me

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    Mickey spots them from the sky

    With a dip of the wing and the radio cry

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    Paddy hauls her hard away

    We'll chase that pod near half a day

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    "Coming up, two lengths away" Paddy's at the gun today

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    A roar of flame and the harpoon's hit "fast fish!" they cry and the engines quit

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    Two more we'll take in the southern sea then we'll haul them back to Albany

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    We'll shave the sisters to the pier last one back will buy the beer

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

    And we wait for the cries

    Then we go where the spotter-plane flies and we point our bow to the southern sea we're the hard-bitten men of the Cheynes

  • Oh the rain it rains all the day long

    Bold Riley-o, bold Riley

    And the northern wind it blows so strong

    Bold riley-o has gone away

    Goodbye my sweetheart, goodbye my dear-o bold Riley-o, bold Riley

    Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear-o bold Riley-o has gone away

    Our anchors weighed and our rags are well set and those Liverpool girls we’ll never forget

    Bold Riley-o, bold Riley

    We’re outward bound for the Bengal Bay get bending me lads it’s a hell of a way

    Bold riley-o has gone away

    Well come on, Mary, don't look glum

    Come white-stocking day you’ll be drinking rum

    Goodbye my sweetheart, goodbye my dear-o bold Riley-o, bold Riley

    Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear-o bold Riley-o has gone away

    Goodbye my sweetheart, goodbye my dear-o bold Riley-o, bold Riley

    Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear-o bold Riley-o has gone away

  • Well General Taylor gained the day

    Walk him along, John, carry him along

    Well General Taylor he gained the day

    Carry him to his bury'n ground

    Chorus

    Tell me way, hey, you stormy

    Walk him along, John, carry him along tell me way, hey, you stormy

    carry him to his bury'n ground

    We'll dig his grave with a silver spade his shroud of the finest silk will be made

    Walk him along, John, carry him along

    We'll lower him down on a golden chain on every inch we'll carve his name

    Carry him to his bury'n ground

    General Taylor he's all the go

    he's gone where the stormy winds won't blow

    Tell me way, hey, you stormy

    Walk him along, John, carry him along tell me way, hey, you stormy

    carry him to his bury'n ground

    General Taylor he's dead and he's gone

    well General Taylor he's long dead and gone

    Tell me way, hey, you stormy

    Walk him along, John, carry him along tell me way, hey, you stormy

    carry him to his bury'n ground

    Tell me way, hey, you stormy

    Walk him along, John, carry him along tell me way, hey, you stormy

    carry him to his bury'n ground

  • Twas on the road to sweet athey ha'ro ha'ro twas on the road to sweet athey ha'ro ha'ro twas on the road to sweet Athey

    A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye

    A doleful damsel I heard cry

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro, wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro, wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns

    the enemy nearly slew ya'

    Darlin' dear you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    Where are the eyes that looked so mild ha'ro ha'ro, where are the eyes that looked so mild ha'ro ha'ro, where are the eyes that looked so mild,

    when my poor heart you first beguiled

    Why did you run from me and the child

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'. Chorus

    Where are the legs with which you run ha'ro ha'ro

    Where are the legs with which you run ha'ro ha'ro

    Where are the legs with which you run when first you went to carry a gun indeed your dancin days are done

    Johnny, I hardly knew ya'

    Chorus

    Ya' hav'nt an arm ya' hav'nt a leg ha'ro ha'ro, ya' hav'nt an arm ya' hav'nt a leg ha'ro ha'ro, ya' hav'nt an arm ya' hav'nt a leg

    Ya' stump around on your old wooded peg

    You 'll have to be put with the bowl to beg

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'. Chorus

    I'm happy for to see ya' home ha'ro ha'ro, i'm happy for to see ya' home ha'ro ha'ro, i'm happy for to see ya' home,

    from the island of ceylon

    So low in flesh so high in bone,

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'. Chorus

    They’re rolling out the guns again, ha'ro ha'ro

    They’re rolling out the guns again, ha'ro ha'ro

    They’re rolling out the guns again but they never will take our sons again they never will take our sons again

    Johnny I hardly knew ya’

  • Well we set sail from Jamaica with a belly full of spice

    Our heads was filled with the blood we’d spilled and our beds was filled with lice

    We were three and forty sailors with not a woman to be found

    But the cabin boy was a handsome lad and he never wore a frown

    Chorus

    Heave away me boys and don’t look back though the waves are crashing down when I hear your bones bend and crack I’ll know we’re homeward bound

    We were ten days out of Kingston with a hundred more to go

    When the thunder crashed and the lightning flashed and a gale began to blow

    The bosun’s fears were growing when the ship just up and died

    Said the captain I’ll kiss every man if we reach the other side

    Heave away me boys and don’t look back though the waves are crashing down when I hear your bones bend and crack I’ll know we’re homeward bound

    When the storm was far behind us there were three men left alive the good captain, me and to make us three the handsome cabin boy and when we sailed into the harbour we were met by forty wives but to my relief we consoled their grief with a load of fucking lies

    Heave away me boys and don’t look back though the waves are crashing down when I hear your bones bend and crack I’ll know we’re homeward bound

    Heave away me boys and don’t look back though the waves are crashing down when I hear your bones bend and crack I’ll know we’re homeward bound

  • The smartest clipper you can find

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    Is the Margaret Evans of the blue star line

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Chorus;

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Liza Lee all on my knee

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Ah we’re outward bound for New York town them bowery girls we’ll waltz around

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    Awake ‘er shake ‘er afore we’re done awake that girl with the blue dress on

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Well we stowed our freight at the West Creek Pier it’s home to Liverpool then we’ll steer

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Liza Lee all on my knee

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Oh heave a pawl oh bear a hand

    Just one more pull and make her stand

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    O, and when we're back in Liverpool town we'll stand ya's whiskeys all around!

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

    Oh the Margaret Evans of the blue star line she’s never a day behind the time

    To me hey rig-a-jig in a jaunting gun

    Ho-way, ho, are you 'most done?

    With Liza Lee all on my knee

    Clear away the track an' let the bullgine run!

  • My son John was tall and slim

    He had a leg for every limb

    But now he's got no legs at all

    For he ran a race with a cannonball

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

    Oh were you deaf, were you blind

    When you left your two fine legs behind

    Or was it sailing on the sea

    Lost your two fine legs right down to the knee

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

    Oh I was not deaf, I was not blind

    When I left my two fine legs behind

    Nor was it sailing on the sea

    Lost my two fine legs right down to the knee

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

    Now I have stumps instead of legs

    I shuffle around, not fit to beg

    The chippy made some pegs for me but they're too short, as you can see

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

    For now I'm short, and now I'm round and I live my life too near the ground but 'fortune' plays his trick on thieves for I was known as 'lofty' grieves

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

    For I was tall, I was slim

    and I had a leg for every limb,

    But now I've got no legs at all,

    They were both shot away by a cannonball.

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

    To me roo dun dar, falla riddle dar whack falla riddle, to me roo dum dar.

  • Oh, we all got drunk in Dublin city
    Fall down, me Billy
    We all got drunk and oh, what a pity
    Fall down, Billy O'Shea

    Chorus

    Fall down, fall down
    Fall down, me Billy
    We're bound away for Americay
    fall down, Billy O'Shea

    We all got drunk on the Rogerson's Quay and when we awoke we were all at sea
    Fall down, me Billy
    Oh, we're not sailors, captain Drew and we’re not happy to work for you
    Fall down, Billy O'Shea

    The captain said, "I've a cure for that, and here, for a start, is a dose of the cat!”

    Fall down, fall down
    Fall down, me Billy
    We're bound away for Americay
    fall down, Billy O'Shea

    He sent him up to the top mast yard when he hit the deck, well, he hit it hard
    Fall down, me Billy
    We wrapped him up in a canvas sail
    and we lowered him gently o'er the rail
    Fall down, Billy O'Shea

    Over the side and down he goes
    he's gone to Davy Jones with a stitch through his nose

    Fall down, fall down
    Fall down, me Billy
    We're bound away for Americay
    fall down, Billy O'Shea


    Farewell, farewell, farewell, me Billy
    for I am bound for Americay
    Farewell Billy O'Shea

    Farewell, farewell, farewell, me Billy for I am bound for Americay
    Farewell Billy O'Shea

  • ‘Tis a rough tough life of toil and strife we whalemen undergo,

    And we don't give a damn when the gale is done how well the wind doblow, we're Homeward bound tis a damn fine sound with a good ship taut and free, and we don't Give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls, of old Maui

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    Once more we sail with a nor'ly gale thro' the ice and sleet and rain,

    and them cocy' nut fronds in them tropic lands oh we soon shall see them again,

    six hellish months have passed away in the cold Kamchatka sea,

    but now we're bound from the arctic ground rolling down to old Maui.

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    We'll heave the lead when old diamond head looms up on old wahoo,

    our masts and yards are sheathed with ice and our decks are hid from view, oh the hoared isles of the seacut tiles that deck the arctic sea,

    are miles behind in the frozen wind since we steered for old Maui

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    How warm the breeze of the tropic seas now the ice is far astern,

    and them Vahines in them island glades are waiting for our return, and their big black eyes even now look out hoping some fine day to see, our baggy sails running 'fore the gales rolling down to old Maui,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    And now we sail with a favorable gale toward our island home, our mainyard sprung all whaling done and we 'aint got far to roam, our stun's’l booms are carried away what care we for that sound,

    a living gale is after us thank god we're homeward bound.

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    And now we're anchored in the bay with the kanakas all around, with chants and soft aloha 'aye they greet us homeward bound, and now ashore we'll have good fun we'll paint those beaches red, awaking in the arms of a vahine, with a big fat aching head,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui we're homeward bound from the arctic ground,

    rolling down to old Maui.

  • Oh, hand me down my riding cane, I'm off to meet my Sally Jane.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me, sailin' down from o'er the sea.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, he came to the shack where Sally did dwell, he knocked on her door and he rung her bell.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, Sally's in the garden pickin' up peas,

    With her long yeller hair hangin' down to her knees.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, who's been here since I been gone, railroad navvy with his sea-boots on.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    If I catch him here with Sally once more, I'll sling me hook, go to sea once more.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, Sally's in the garden sifting sand, her hog-eye man sittin' hand in hand.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, Sally's in the kitchen, punchin' duff,

    The cheeks of her arse go chuff, chuff, chuff!

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, I won't wear a hog-eye, damned if I do,

    Got jiggers in his feet and he can't wear shoes.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me, he is blind and he cannot see.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

    Oh, a hog-eye ship and a hog-eye crew, a hog-eye mate and a skipper too.

    And a hog-eye!

    Railroad navvy with his hog-eye, steady on a jig with a hog-eye, oh, she wants the hog-eye man!

  • Ghost ship, ghost ship

    Bones bleached white on a ghost ship ghost ship ghost ship

    Serving time on a ghost ship

    'Twas a stormy rainswept night

    On the shipwreck coast

    Aan old man sheltered from the storm and told us of a ghost

    Harken all you young men now the tale I tell is true

    Mark my words careful now or the next ghost could be you

    Ghost ship, ghost ship

    Bones bleached white on a ghost ship ghost ship ghost ship

    Serving time on a ghost ship

    None of us foresaw the storm

    It hit us hard and fast

    The damage was already done and some had breathed their last

    Run afore it, captain said

    That's the course to lay

    Too soon we heard breakers noise we knew not where away

    Ghost ship, ghost ship

    Bones bleached white on a ghost ship ghost ship ghost ship

    Serving time on a ghost ship

    With first light we saw our doom

    A Lee Shaw full of wrecks

    Dismasted hulls smashed on the rocks and ghosts upon their decks

    Death had joined us in the crew we felt his icy hand

    Heading for the jagged rocks the reaper in command

    Ghost ship, ghost ship

    Bones bleached white on a ghost ship ghost ship ghost ship

    Serving time on a ghost ship

    So my ghost now haunts these shores lads enjoy your beers

    Take good care on the shipwreck coast and with that he disappeared

    So when your drinking in the earl and outside blows a gale

    Look out for ghostly mariners supping Wilsons ale

  • A ship went a-sailing out over the bar,

    Away for Rio!

    They pointed her bow to the Southern Star,

    An’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande,

    Then away bullies away! Away for Rio! Sing fare - ye - well me pretty young gels, an’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande.

    Oh farewell to Sally an’ farewell to Sue, and you on the pierhead it’s farewell to you,

    Away for Rio!

    You bowery ladies we’d have you to know, we’re bound to the south’ard o! Lord let us go,

    An’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande,

    Oh fare ye well all ye ladies o’ town,

    We’ve left ye’ enough for to buy a silk gown,

    Then away bullies away! Away for Rio! Sing fare - ye - well me pretty young gels, an’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande.

    We’ll sell our salt cod for molasses an’ rum, an’ get back again for thanksgivin’ has come,

    Away for Rio!

    Oh man the good capst’n an’ run her around, we’ll heave up the anchor to this bully sound,

    An’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande,

    The chain’s up an’ down now the bosun did say, it’s up to the hawse-pipe the anchor’s aweigh.

    Then away bullies away! Away for Rio! Sing fare - ye - well me pretty young gels, an’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande

    Then away bullies away! Away for Rio! Sing fare - ye - well me pretty young gels, an’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande

  • Chorus

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    I work with a prayer and a knife and a spade, Southern Ocean is where I ply my trade last man slipped in to the brine, I stepped up and the job was mine

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    No one fights for my place to take a dead man walking for pity sake everywhere in the dark red sea white sharks stare dead eyes at me

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    The whaling barkies best paid man, Is how I'm known in Frederickstown but money isn't all there is, When you've a wife and couple of kids

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    Just three planks twixt me and they leviathans skin, my job to flay cutting in I sweat and toil, All to make the sweet whale oil

    Can you dance can you dance with a flensing knife?With the sharks with the sharks would you risk your life?

    On borrowed time, I must endure there's just one thing of which I'm sure all men must die including me, But until the angels set me free

    I will dance, I will dance with a flensing knife With the sharks, with the sharks, I will risk my life!

  • We'll be alright, if the wind is in our sails (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind

    We'll be alright, if we make it round the horn (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind

    And a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a night on the town wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a pint on the house wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind.

  • The Diamond is a ship me lads

    For the Davies Straits she’s bound the quay it is all garnished

    With bonny lasses round

    Cap’n Thompson gives the orders to sail the ocean wide

    To the sun that never sets me boys nor darkness dims the skies

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    All on the quays at Peterhead

    The lassies stand around

    With their wool shawls pulled about them and the salt tears running down

    Weep no more my bonny lass

    For you’ll be left behind

    For the rose will bloom on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    Here’s a health to the resolution,

    Likewise the Eliza Swan

    Here’s the health to the rattler of montrose and the Diamond ship of fame

    We’ll wear the trousers of the white

    The jacket’s o’the blue

    When we return to Peterhead

    We’ll have sweethearts anew

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    It’ll be bright both day and night

    When the Greenland lads come home

    With a ship that’s full of oil and money to our name we’ll make the cradles all to rock

    the blankets for to tear

    And every lass in Peterhead sings hush-a-bye my dear

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale.

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  • In South Australia I was born,

    Heave away haul away,

    In South Australia round Cape Horn,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    Haul away you rolling king heave away haul away,

    Haul away oh hear me sing,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    As I walked out one morning fair there I met miss Nancy Blair,

    Heave away haul away,

    There’s just one thing grieves me mind to leave miss Nancy Blair behind,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    I ram ‘er all night and I ram (chase) ‘er all day iIram ‘er before we sail away,

    Haul away you rolling king heave away haul away,

    Haul away oh hear me sing,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    South Australia’s my homeland,

    It’s full of dust and thieves and sand,

    Heave away haul away,

    I shook her up and i shook her down,

    I shook her round and round and round,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    It’s back again to Liverpool

    Where I spend me money like a bloody fool

    Haul away you rolling king heave away haul away,

    Haul away oh hear me sing,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    As you’re lolloping round Cape Horn you’ll wish to god you’d never been born

    Haul away you rolling king heave away haul away,

    Haul away oh hear me sing,

    We’re bound for South Australia,

    Haul away you rolling king heave away haul away,

    Haul away oh hear me sing,

    We’re bound for South Australia.

  • A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    From new Brunswick Canada,

    Born in the icy freeze,

    A bluff little square rigged sailing brig she's stiff and weatherly,

    With tough old bones of Hackmatack she crossed the Atlantic seas,

    Plowing through the ocean troughs she’s bound for Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    From Scotland to Tasmania,

    A new world there to see,

    The roaring forties, the blazing sun she's stiff and weatherly,

    Then off to West Australia,

    Set off the old barkey,

    In eighteen hundred and twenty six sailed into Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    Major Lockyer’s convict crew,

    McCabe, Dineen, Magee

    Shuttleworth, Kearney, Craftsmen all she's stiff and weatherly,

    For five days they unloaded her salt pork, hardtack, split peas rifles, timber, tools and tents and founded Albany

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town that set them free,

    A town they made, those Amitymen, a town called Albany.

  • Well, me father often told me when I was just a lad,

    A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad

    But now I've joined the Navy, I'm aboard a man-o-war and now I've found a sailor ain't a sailor any more,

    Chorus

    Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast

    If you see a sailing ship it might be your last

    Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
    A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore

    Well the Killock of our mess he says we've had it soft it wasn't like this in his day when he was up aloft

    We like our bunks and sleeping bags, but what's a hammock for? Swinging from the deckhead, or lying on the floor?

    Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
    If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
    Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
    A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore

    Well they gave us an engine that first went up and down then with more technology the engine went around
    We know our steam and diesel but what's a mainyard for? A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel anymore

    Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
    If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
    Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore a sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore

    Well they gave us Aldiss Lamp so we could do it right
    They gave us a radio, we signaled day and night
    We know our codes and ciphers but what's a cipher for? A bunting-tosser doesn't toss the bunting anymore

    Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
    If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
    Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
    A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore

    Two cans of beer a day and that's your bleeding lot
    Now we get an extra one because they've stopped the tot
    So we'll put on our civvy clothes and find a pub ashore
    A sailor's still a sailor just like he was before

    Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast
    If you see a sailing ship it might be your last
    Just get your civvies ready for another run ashore
    A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore,

    A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore
    A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore.

  • Oh, the year was 1778 – how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now,
    A letter of marque came from the King – to the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen
    God damn them all

    Chorus

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    Oh, Elcid Barratt, cried the town - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    for twenty brave men, all fishermen who would make for him the Antelope crew

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    She’s a list to the port and her sails in rags – and the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tearsNow I’m a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett’s privateers

    On the king’s birthday we put to sea - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    We were ninety one days to Montego Bay – pumping like mad men all the way,

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    On the ninety sixth day we sailed away - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight - with our cracked four pounders we made to fight

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    The Yankee lay low down with gold - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    She was broad and fat and loose in the stays – but to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    Then at last we stood two cables away - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    Our cracked four pounders made an awful din – but with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    The Antelope shook and pitched on her side - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    Barratt was smashed like a bowl of eggs – and the maintruck carried off both m’legs

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

    So here I lay in me twenty-third year - how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
    It’s been six years since we sailed away – and I just made Halifax yesterday

    I was told we’d cruise the seas, for American gold we’d fire no guns – shed no tears
    Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
    The last of Barrett’s privateers

  • Twas on the road to sweet Athy, ha'ro ha'ro

    Twas on the road to sweet Athy, ha'ro ha'ro

    Twas on the road to sweet Athy,

    A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye,

    A doleful damsel I heard cry,

    Johnny I hardly knew ya',

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns

    the enemy nearly slew ya'

    Darlin' dear you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    Where are the eyes that looked so mild ha'ro ha'ro,

    Where are the eyes that looked so mild ha'ro ha'ro,

    Where are the eyes that looked so mild,

    When my poor heart you first beguiled,

    Why did you run from me and the child,

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'.

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns

    the enemy nearly slew ya'

    Darlin' dear you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    Where are the legs with which you run ha'ro ha'ro,

    Where are the legs with which you run ha'ro ha'ro,

    Where are the legs with which you run when first you went to carry a gun indeed your dancin days are done,

    Johnny, I hardly knew ya'.

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns

    the enemy nearly slew ya'

    Darlin' dear you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    Ya' haven't an arm ya' haven't a leg ha'ro ha'ro, ya' haven't an arm ya' haven't a leg ha'ro ha'ro, ya' haven't an arm ya' haven't a leg

    ya' stump around on your old wooded peg, You 'll have to be put with the bowl to beg,

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns

    the enemy nearly slew ya'

    Darlin' dear you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    I'm happy for to see ya' home ha'ro ha'ro, I'm happy for to see ya' home ha'ro ha'ro, I'm happy for to see ya' home,

    from the island of Ceylon,

    So low in flesh so high in bone,

    Johnny I hardly knew ya'.

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns ha'ro ha'ro,

    Wit' your guns an' drums an' drums an' guns

    the enemy nearly slew ya'

    Darlin' dear you look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ya'

    They’re rolling out the guns again, ha'ro ha'ro

    They’re rolling out the guns again, ha'ro ha'ro

    They’re rolling out the guns again but they never will take our sons again they never will take our sons again,

    Johnny I hardly knew ya!

  • Oh, we all got drunk in Dublin city
    Fall down, me Billy
    We all got drunk and oh, what a pity Fall down, Billy O'Shea

    Chorus

    Fall down, fall down
    Fall down, me Billy
    We're bound away for Americay
    fall down, Billy O'Shea

    We all got drunk on the Rogerson's Quay and when we awoke we were all at sea
    Fall down, me Billy
    Oh, we're not sailors, Captain Drew and we’re not happy to work for you
    Fall down, Billy O'Shea

    The captain said, "I've a cure for that, and here, for a start, is a dose of the cat!”

    Fall down, fall down
    Fall down, me Billy
    We're bound away for Americay
    fall down, Billy O'Shea

    He sent him up to the top mast yard when he hit the deck, well, he hit it hard
    Fall down, me Billy
    We wrapped him up in a canvas sail
    and we lowered him gently o'er the rail
    Fall down, Billy O'Shea

    Over the side and down he goes
    he's gone to Davy Jones with a stitch through his nose

    Fall down, fall down
    Fall down, me Billy
    We're bound away for Americay
    fall down, Billy O'Shea

    Farewell, farewell, farewell, me Billy
    for I am bound for Americay
    Farewell Billy O'Shea

    Farewell, farewell, farewell, me Billy
    for I am bound for Americay
    Farewell Billy O'Shea

  • There were two lofty ships from old England came,
    Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we!

    One was the Prince of Luther and the other the Prince of Wales,
    Down along the coast of High Barbaree.

    “Aloft there, aloft!” Our bully bosun cried,
    “Look ahead, look astern, look to weather and a-lee!”
    “There’s naught upon the stern, sir, there’s naught upon the lee!”
    “But there’s a lofty ship to wind’ard, sailing fast and free”.
    “Oh, hail her, Oh, hail her!”
    Our gallant captain cried, “Are you a man-o-war or a privateer?” Cried he.

    “I'm not a man-o-war, nor a privateer,” said he, “But I’m a salt sea pirate, a-looking for me fee”.
    Oh! ‘twas broadside to broadside a long time we lay, until the Prince of Luther shot the pirate’s masts away.
    “Oh, mercy! Oh, mercy!” Those pirates then did cry
    The mercy that we showed them was to sink them in the sea.

  • I thought I heard the captain say,
    Pay me my money down
    Tomorrow is our sailing day
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me

    Chorus

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    As soon as the boat was clear of the bar,
    Pay me my money down
    The captain knocked me down with a spar
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    If I'd been a rich man's son
    Pay me my money down
    I'd sit on the river and watch it run
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    Well 40 nights, nights at sea
    Pay me my money down
    Captain worked every last dollar out of me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    I heard the sailors down below say:
    Pay me my money down
    You don't pay us and the ship don't go Pay me my money down.

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

    Pay me, pay me
    Pay me my money down
    Pay me or go to jail
    Pay me my money down

  • ‘Tis a rough tough life of toil and strife we whalemen undergo,

    And we don't give a damn when the gale is done how well the wind doblow, we're Homeward bound tis a damn fine sound with a good ship taut and free, and we don't Give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls, of old Maui

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    Once more we sail with a nor'ly gale thro' the ice and sleet and rain,

    and them cocy' nut fronds in them tropic lands oh we soon shall see them again,

    six hellish months have passed away in the cold Kamchatka sea,

    but now we're bound from the arctic ground rolling down to old Maui.

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    We'll heave the lead when old diamond head looms up on old wahoo,

    our masts and yards are sheathed with ice and our decks are hid from view, oh the hoared isles of the seacut tiles that deck the arctic sea,

    are miles behind in the frozen wind since we steered for old Maui

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    How warm the breeze of the tropic seas now the ice is far astern,

    and them Vahines in them island glades are waiting for our return, and their big black eyes even now look out hoping some fine day to see, our baggy sails running 'fore the gales rolling down to old Maui,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    And now we sail with a favorable gale toward our island home, our mainyard sprung all whaling done and we 'aint got far to roam, our stun's’l booms are carried away what care we for that sound,

    a living gale is after us thank god we're homeward bound.

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    And now we're anchored in the bay with the kanakas all around, with chants and soft aloha 'aye they greet us homeward bound, and now ashore we'll have good fun we'll paint those beaches red, awaking in the arms of a vahine, with a big fat aching head,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui,

    we're homeward bound from the arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui,

    Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui we're homeward bound from the arctic ground
    rolling down to old Maui.

  • Now we are ready to head for the hornWeigh, hey, roll an' go! Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawnT’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    ChorusHeave a pawl an’ heave awayweigh, hey, roll an' go!The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store, t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,Weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks, to me rollickin' randy dandy oh!Heave a pawl an’ heave away,weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store, t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh! Come breast the bars, bullies, an' heave her away, soon we'll be rollin' her 'way down the bay, weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    Sing goodbye to Sally an' goodbye to Suefor we are the boy-os who can kick 'er through to me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    Oh, man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will, soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill. Heave a pawl an heave away,weigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all storet’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bumstake yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbsweigh, hey, roll an' go!

    Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawin' free, let's get the glad-rags on an' drive 'er to seat’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

    We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay, get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way!Heave a pawl an heave awayweigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store, to me rollickin' randy dandy oh! Heave a pawl an heave awayweigh, hey, roll an' go!

    The anchor's on board an' the cable's all store, t’me rollickin' randy dandy oh!

  • I dreamed a dream the other nightLowlands, lowlands, away, my John. I dreamed a dream the other night, Lowlands away.

    I dreamed my love came in my sleepLowlands, lowlands, away, my John.Her cheeks were wet; her eyes did weep. Lowlands away.

    She came to me as my best brideLowlands, lowlands, away, my John. All dressed in white like some fair bride. Lowlands away.

    And bravely in her bosom fairLowlands, lowlands, away, my John. A red, red rose, did my love wear. Lowlands away.

    No sound she made - no word she saidLowlands, lowlands, away, my JohnAnd then I knew my love was deadLowlands away.

    I bound her wreath around my head Lowlands, lowlands, away, my John. For now I knew my love was dead Lowlands away.

    And then awoke to hear the cry, Lowlands, lowlands, away, my John
    "Oh, watch on deck, oh, watch ahoy!"
    Lowlands away

  • Two weeks off and away we go
    With a jolly rolly dinky di
    Leave the sealers camp we know
    With a jolly rolly dinky di

    Chorus
    So row me lads, dig deep me lads
    Pull hard me lads, no sleep me lads We’ll make landfall by opening time with a jolly rolly dinky di

    We’ll eat like kings and dance like fools taunt the coppers and break the rules
    With a jolly rolly dinky di

    We’ll rouse a rabble, we’ll fight and shout with whiskey, brandy, ale and stout With a jolly rolly dinky di
    Albany girls they look so fine
    I’ll have yours and you’ll have mine

    So row me lads, dig deep me lads
    Pull hard me lads, no sleep me lads We’ll make landfall by opening time with a jolly rolly dinky di

    And when we’re done they’ll wave goodbye
    With our money in their pockets and a tear in their eye
    With a jolly rolly dinky di

    Then back to the islands we will row
    Back to the worthies and the seal clubs blow
    With a jolly rolly dinky di

    So row me lads, dig deep me lads
    pull hard me lads, no sleep me lads We’ll make landfall by opening time with a jolly rolly dinky di!

  • In sixteen hundred and twenty nine, the Batavia did set sail,
    Her hold with treasure heavy laid, here began her tragic tale
    In the greed of men there lay her doom, the lure of gold too strong
    a mutiny those men did plan, the course they steered her wrong

    On the Abrolhos island chain she wrecked, never more to sail again Commodore Pelsaert, his skipper and crew, on the shore they left their men an evil man now took command of the shipwrecked stranded crew
    No hope they had of rescue now and their desperation grew

    Now Cornelius a tyrant was
    his nature clever and cruel
    He tricked the soldiers, stranding them
    then merciless was his rule for sport he murdered raped and maimed
    a monster and a brute


    All those too weak to fight were killed his power absolute
    But the soldiery they had not died
    for sustenance they found
    And their numbers swelled by escaping men

    His plans they did confound
    for they prepared now pikes and clubs an attack they knew he'd make
    let Cornelius and his men come their lives then to forsake


    Wave after wave of attacks repelled the soldiers did hold fast
    their brave young leader sergeant Hayes spied help had come at last
    on the horizon did appear the rescue ship Sardaam

    'Twas commodore Pelsaert had returned and the mutineers were damned
    Cornelius and his men were tried the horrors of his reign told
    the murder rape and cruelty all for the love of gold


    His grasping hands they were cut off then by his neck he stretched the innocents’ crew and passengers all were then to safety fetched


    In sixteen hundred and twenty nine the Batavia did set sail
    Her maiden voyage cursed and doomed here ends her sorry tale
    on Traitors Island blood was spilled
    off West Australia's coast on quiet nights in a westerly wind you still can hear their ghosts

  • Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime,

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay,

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay,

    I’m on me way down to the cape where the ship at anchor lay,

    To command a bunch of navvies they asked me to engage,

    I thought I’d stop in for a drink before I went away,

    For to take a trip on an immigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay,

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime,

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay,

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay,

    The boss comes in this morning and says now pat ye know,

    If you don’t get your navvies out i’m afraid you’ll have to go,

    Well since he did insult me I demanded all me pay,

    And I told him straight I was going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime,

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay,

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay,

    And when I reach Australia, I will go and dig for gold,

    There’s plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told

    or else I’ll go back to me trade and a 100 bricks I’ll lay,

    Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay,

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime,

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay,

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay,

    Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with your overtime,

    For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay,

    For to take old pat with his shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay,

    For to take old Pat with his shovel on his back to the shores (1 ,2, 3, 4) of Botany Bay.

  • From Boston town we're bound away Heave aweigh (heave aweigh!) Santy Ano.
    Around Cape Horn to Frisco bay, We're bound for Californi-o.

    So heave her up and away we'll go, heave aweigh (heave aweigh!) Santy Ano. Heave her up and away we'll go,
    We're bound for Californi-o.

    She's a fast clipper ship and a bully crew, a down-east Yankee for her captain, too.

    Heave aweigh (heave aweigh!) Santy Ano.

    Back in the days of forty-nine,

    Those were the days of the good old times,

    We're bound for Californi-o.

    When I leave ship I'll settle down I'll marry a girl named Sally Brown,

    So heave her up and away we'll go, heave aweigh (heave aweigh!) Santy Ano. Heave her up and away we'll go,

    We're bound for Californi-o.

    There's plenty of gold, so I've been told, plenty of gold so I've been told

    So heave her up and away we'll go, heave aweigh (heave aweigh!) Santy Ano. Heave her up and away we'll go,

    We're bound for Californi-o,

    So heave her up and away we'll go, heave aweigh (heave aweigh!) Santy Ano. Heave her up and away we'll go,

    We're bound for Californi-o.

  • The Diamond is a ship me lads

    For the Davies Straits she’s bound the quay it is all garnished

    With bonny lasses round

    Cap’n Thompson gives the orders to sail the ocean wide

    To the sun that never sets me boys nor darkness dims the skies

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    All on the quays at Peterhead

    The lassies stand around

    With their wool shawls pulled about them and the salt tears running down

    Weep no more my bonny lass

    For you’ll be left behind

    For the rose will bloom on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    Here’s a health to the resolution,

    Likewise the Eliza Swan

    Here’s the health to the rattler of montrose and the Diamond ship of fame

    We’ll wear the trousers of the white

    The jacket’s o’the blue

    When we return to Peterhead

    We’ll have sweethearts anew

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    It’ll be bright both day and night

    When the Greenland lads come home

    With a ship that’s full of oil and money to our name we’ll make the cradles all to rock

    the blankets for to tear

    And every lass in Peterhead sings hush-a-bye my dear

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale

    So it’s cheer up me lads

    Let your hearts never fail

    For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a-fishing for the whale.

  • Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys,

    swing her head round and all together heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys sailing homeward to Mingulay,

    What care we though white the minch is what care we boys for wind or weather when we know that every inch is sailing homeward to Mingulay,

    Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys,

    swing her head round and all together heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys sailing homeward to Mingulay,

    Wives are gathered on the shore line, gazing seaward since break of daylight guide her homeward and we'll anchor e'er the sun sets on Mingulay,

    Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys,

    swing her head round and all together heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys sailing homeward to Mingulay,

    When the wind is wild with shouting and the waves mount ever higher anxious eyes turn ever seaward,

    To see us home, boys, to Mingulay,

    Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys,

    swing her head round and all together heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys sailing homeward to Mingulay,

    Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys,

    swing her head round and all together heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys sailing homeward to Mingulay.

  • Old Billy Riley, mister Billy Riley

    Old Billy Riley-o

    Old Billy Riley, mister Billy Riley

    Old Billy Riley-o

    Old Billy Riley, he was the boarding master. Old Billy Riley, he was the boarding master.

    Old Billy Riley, shipped aboard a drouger old Billy Riley, shipped aboard a drouger.

    Old Billy Riley wed the skipper's daughter old Billy Riley, Billy Riley wed the skipper's daughter,

    Mrs. Riley didn't like the sailors. Mrs. Riley didn't like the sailors.

    Mrs. Riley had a lovely daughter mrs. Riley had a lovely daughter

    Missy Riley, pretty missy Riley, missy Riley, pretty missy Riley,

    Old Billy Riley, bound for Antigua old billy riley, bound for Antigua,

    Old Billy Riley, mister Billy Riley, old Billy Riley, mister Billy Riley.

  • Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times, Adieu

    We are bound away from the holy ground, and the girls we love so true we’ll sail the salt seas over, and we’ll return once more,

    And still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Fine - girl - you - are !

    Fine girl you are

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Now when we’re out a-sailing, and you are far behind

    fine letters will I write to you, with the secrets of my mind the secrets of my mind my girl, you’re the girl that i adore and still I live in hope to see. The holy ground once more

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Oh now the storm is raging, and we are far from shore

    the poor old ship she’s sinking fast, and the riggings they are tore the night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon

    but still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    It's now the storm is over, and we are safe on shore

    we’ll drink a toast to the holy ground, and the girls that we adore we drink strong ale and porter, and make the tap room roar

    and when our money is all spent, we’ll go to sea once more,

    You’re the girl that I adore and still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more,

    Fine girl you are,

    You’re the girl that I adore

    And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more,

    Fine - girl - you - are!

  • We'll be alright, if the wind is in our sails (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind

    We'll be alright, if we make it round the horn (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind

    And a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a night on the town wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a pint on the house wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a roll in the clover wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm (x 3)

    And we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind,

    And we'll roll the old chariot along (x 3) and we'll all hang on behind.

  • To Chile’s coast we are bound away,

    T ’me heave-ho! Hang ‘er hilo!

    To Chile’s coast we are bound away,

    We’ll dance and all drink pisco!

    We are bound away at the break o’ day,

    Where them little spanish girls are so bright ‘n gay,

    Chorus

    t ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    An’ when we get to Valipo

    an’ when we get to Valipo

    dance the gals up the street with a roll-n-go grab ‘em round the middle an’ we won’t let go.

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Them gals o’ Chile are hard to beat,

    Them gals o’ Chile are hard to beat,

    From truck to keel they are trim an’ sweet, they‘re all a-pullin’ on the old main sheet,

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Them senoritas they are smart and gay them senoritas they are smart and gay they dance an’ drink till the break o’ day then clean ye out an blow yer pay,

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Rosita, Anna, and Carmen too

    Rosita, Anna, and Carmen too

    they’ll greet yer with a hullabaloo an’ soon ye’ll know what they can do

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    Them ‘ol senoras as we know well

    Them ‘ol senoras as we know well

    They’re red hot devils from the other side of hell an’ ye’ll never get a chance for to ring a Chile belle.

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

    T ’me heave ho hang ‘er hilo! Sing olay for them Chile gals!

  • Now when I was a little lad me mother always told me,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away together

    That if I didn't kiss the girls, my lips'd all go moldy.

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

    I sailed the seas for many a year not knowing what i was missing then i set me sails afore the gales an’ started out a-kissing.

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul away together,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

    Well know me lads I’ve kissed some girls and squeezed ‘em o-so boldly but now I find it's not me lips that started to go moldy,

    Once I had a Freo girl but she was oh so lazy,

    Then I had an Albany girl she nearly drove me crazy.

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul away together,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

    Call yourself a second mate you cannot tie a bowline,

    You cannot even keep your feet when the packet she’s a-rollin’.

    The doc is in the galley now a-makin’ duff so handy, the captain’s in his cabin, a-drinkin’ rum and brandy.

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul away together,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

    St. Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people, he built a church in Dublin town and on it put a steeple.

    From Ireland he drove the snakes, then drank up all the whisky, this made him dance an’ sing an’ jig, he felt so fine an’ frisky.

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul away together,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

    Once I had a scolding wife she wasn't very civil,

    So off we went to counseling and now we're on the level,

    King Louis was the king of France before the revolution, King Louis got his head cut off an’ spilled his constitution.

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul away together,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul away together,

    Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

    Way ho we’ll haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

  • Ah, we sailed from Cork on a windy day with a dark and cloudy sky,

    Our friends were standing on the quay, the women stood and cried,

    But we were young and out for fun and the riches we could find,

    So lift your glass and drink a toast to the girls we left behind,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for West Australia round the horn,

    Ah me brother was a sailorman on board the black ball line he jumped his ship in albany and now he’s doing fine,

    The letter lads he wrote to us says come and join me here,

    So we’re off to albany in the morn without a doubt or fear

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for West Australia round the horn,

    Jack has a farm near Albany with livestock by the score,

    He says the trees near touch the sky, King Karris so we’re told and sailing ships arrive each day with diggers off for gold,

    and a hundred whales are plainly seen a frolicking in the sound,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for West Australia round the horn,

    And now we’re under way me boys the ship’s bell loudly sounds the quay is now well out of sight and we are seaward bound,

    And as we’re rounding passage west the good ship gives full sail and a parting glance to Erin’s isle from the rolling ship deck rail,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for West Australia round the horn,

    Ah, we sailed from Cork on a windy day with a dark and cloudy sky,

    Our friends were standing on the quay, the women stood and cried,

    But we were young and out for fun and the riches we could find,

    So lift your glass and drink a toast to the girls we left behind,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for West Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for Australia round the horn,

    Oh Penny dear drink up your beer we’re leaving in the morn,

    On board a ship the Castlemaine for West Australia round the horn.

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