Drunken Sailor
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
- Shave his belly with a rusty razor
- Put him in a long boat ’til he’s sober
- Stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him
- Put him in the bed with the captain’s daughter
- That’s what we do with a drunken sailor
Between The Wind And The Sea
Haul Away Joe
When I was just a little lad, or so me Mammi told me
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
That if I didn’t kiss the girls me lips would grow all mouldy
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll haul away together
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll hope for better weather
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
- I used to have an Irish girl but she got fat and lazy
But now I’ve got a Bristol girl and she just drives me crazy - Oh Louis was the king of France before the Revolut-I-on
Then he got his head chopped off & it spoiled his constitut-I-on - Ya call yourself a "Second Mate", ya cann’e tie a bowline
You can’t even stand up straight when the packet, she’s a-rollin' - Well now can’t ya see... the black clouds a-gatherin’
Well now can’t ya see... the storm clouds a-risin'
Santiana
Oh! Santiana gained a day
Away Santiana!
"Napoleon of the West", they say
Along the plains of Mexico
Well, heave ’er up and away we’ll go
Away Santiana!
Heave ’er up and away we’ll go
Along the plains of Mexico
- She’s a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew
And an old salty yank for a captain too - Santiana fought for gold
Around Cape Horn through the ice and snow - T’was on the field of Molly-Del-Ray
Well both his legs got blown away - It was a fierce and bitter strife
The general Taylor took his life - Santiana, now we mourn
We left him buried off Cape Horn
Wellerman
There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of that ship was the Billy o’ Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (Huh!)
*Soon may the Wellerman come
To 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 (Hah!)\ - 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 (Huh!)\ - No line was cut, no whale was freed;
The Captain’s mind was not on greed
But he belonged to the whaleman’s creed;
She took that ship in tow (Huh!)\ - For forty days, or even more
The line went slack, then tight once more
All boats were lost, there were only four
But still that whale did go\ - As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on;
The line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone
The Wellerman makes his a regular call
To encourage the Captain, crew, and all
Mingulay Boat Song
*Heave her ho, boys
Let her go, boys
Swing her head round into the weather
Heave her ho, boys
Let her go, boys
Sailin’ homeward to Mingulay
What care we though
White the Minch is
What care we boys for windy weather
When we know that every inch is sailin’ homeward to Mingulay
- Wives are waiting by the pier-head
Gazing seaward from the heather
Bring around, boys
Then we’ll anchor, ere the sun sets on Mingulay\ - Ships return now, heavy-laden
Mother’s holdin’, babes are cryin’
They’ll return yet, when the sun sets
Sailin’ homeward to Mingulay
Woodpile
Ah-way down South where the cocks do crow! (Hey!)
(Way down in Florida)
Them girls all dance to the old banjo
(And we’ll roll the woodpile down)
Rollin’! (Rollin’!) Rollin’! (Rollin’!)
Rollin’ the whole world round
That fine gal’a mine’s on the Georgia line
And we’ll roll the woodpile down
- Oh, what can you do in Tampa Bay (Hey!)
But give them pretty girls all your pay? - We’ll roll ’em high and we’ll roll ’em low
We’ll roll ’er up and away we’ll go - Oh roust and bust her is the cry (Hey!)
A sailor’s wage is never high - Oh‚ one more pull and that will do (Hey!)
For we’re the boys to kick her through!
Off to Sea
When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon the spree
With money at last, I spent it fast, I got drunk as drunk could be
But when my money was all gone, it was then that I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea once more
Once more, once more, go to sea once more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more
- And as I walked down London Road I met with a Rapper Brown
I asked him if he’d take me in and he looked at me with a frown
He said: "Last time you was paid off, to me you chalked no score
But I’ll give you a chance and I’ll take your advance
And I’ll send you to sea once more." - I shipped on board of a whaling barque, we were bound for the
Greenland seas
Where cold winds blow through frost and snow, why Jamaica rum would freeze
And worst to bear, I’d no hard weather gear, as I’d spent all my money ashore
It was then that I wished that I was dead
And could go to sea no more - Some times we’re catching whales, my lads, some times we’re
catching none
With a twenty-foot oar stuck in your paw, from four o’clock in the morn
And as the shades of night roll on and you rest on your weary oar
It was then that I wished that I was dead
And could go to sea no more - So come all of you hard weather sailing lads, who listen to my song
When you get back from those long trips, I’d have you not go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don’t you knock on that brothel door
But get married instead and spend all night in bed
And go to sea no more
Banks of Newfoundland
Me bully boys of Liverpool I’ll have you to beware
When you sail in them packet ships no dungaree jumpers wear
But have a good monkey jacket all ready to your hand
For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland
We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her, with holystone and sand
For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland
- Well we had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more
And I tell you well, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore (To Baltimore!)
They pawned their gear in Liverpool, and sailed as they did stand
But there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland - Well the mate he stood on the fo’c’sle head and loudly he did
roar
Come rattle her in, me lucky lads, you’re bound for America’s shore (America’s shore!)
Come wipe the blood off that dead man’s face, and haul or you’ll be damned
For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland - And now it’s reef and reif, me boys, with the canvas frozen hard
At each mountain pass every mother’s son on a ninety-foot tops’l yard (Tops’l yard!)
Never mind about boots or oilskins, but haul or you’ll be damned (Haul or you’ll be damned!)
For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland - And now we’re off the hook, me boys, and the land is white with
snow
And soon we’ll see that paytable and we’ll spend the whole night below (Night below!)
And on the docks, come down in flocks, them pretty girls will say
Well it’s snugger with me than on the sea, on the Banks of Newfoundland
Pay Me My Money Down
I thought I heard the captain say (Hey!)
(Pay me my money down)
"Tomorrow is our sailing day"
(Pay me my money down)
Well, pay me (Pay me!) Pay me (Pay me!)
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down
- Well as soon as the boat was clear of the bar
The captain knocked me with a spar - Well I wish I was a rich man’s son
I’d sit by the river and drink dark rum (Mm!) - Well I wish I was Mr. Gates
They’d bring my money down in crates - Well forty nights, nights at sea!
The captain bled every last dollar out of me!
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
- But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home. - Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark - For, though from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar
Blow The Man Down
Come all you young fellows who follow the sea (To me!)
(Wey hey, blow the man down)
And pray pay attention and listen to me
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
I’m a deep water sailor just in from Hong Kong (To me!)
(Wey hey, blow the man down)
If you buy me a drink, then I’ll sing you a song
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down
Wey hey, blow the man down
Blow him right back into Liverpool town
Gimme some time to blow the man down
- There’s tinkers and tailors and soldiers and all (To me!)
They all ship for sailors on board the Black Ball
You’ll see those poor devils how they will all scoot
Assisted along by the toe of a boot - It’s starboard and larboard on deck they will sprawl (To me!)
For kickin’ Jack Williams commands the Black Ball
Lay aft now, ya lubbers, lay aft now I say (To me!)
I’ll none of yer dodges on my ship today - So I’ll give you fair warning before we belay (To me!)
Don’t ever take heed of what chantymen say
Sugar In The Hold
Well I wish I was in Mobile Bay
Screwing cotton all the day
But I’m stowing sugar in the hold below
Below, below, below
Hey ho, below below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey ho, below below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
- Well the J.M. White, she’s a brand new boat
Stern to stern she’s mighty fine
Can beat any boat on the New Orleans line
Stowing sugar in the hold below - Well the engineer shouts through his trumpet
"Tell the men we’ve got bad news
Can get no steam for the fire in the flue"
Stowing sugar in the hold below - Well the captain’s on the quarter deck
Scratching ‘way at his old neck
He shouts out "heave the larboard lead"
Stowing sugar in the hold below