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Salty Dog
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191991 Gold -

PostPosted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Haul Away Joe - Andrew Draskoy's version


Louis was the king of France
Before the revolut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But then he got his head chopped off
Which spoiled his constitut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
(To me) way, haul away
We'll heave and hang together
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe


Once I was in Ireland
Digging turf and pratties
And now I'm on a Yankee ship
Hauling on sheets and braces


Now when I was a little boy
And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
Me lips would all grow mouldy


Way haul away
We'll haul away the bowline
Way, haul away
The packet is a-rollin'
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Heave Away - Newfoundland, attributed to Pius Power Sr.


Come get your duds in order
For we're going to leave tomorrow
Heave away, me jollies, heave away
Come get your duds in order
For we're going to cross the water
Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away


Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool
Sometimes we're bound for Spain
But now we're bound for St. John's town
To watch the girls a-dancing


Now it's farewell Maggie darling
For it's now I'm going to leave you
You promised me you'd marry me
But how you did deceive me


I wrote me love a letter
And I signed it with a ring
I wrote me love a letter
I was on the Jenny Lind


Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool
Sometimes we're bound for Spain
But now we're bound for St. John's town
To watch the girls a-dancing
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hieland Laddie


Was you ever in Quebec
Bonny laddie, hieland laddie
Stowing timber on the deck
Bonny hieland ladie
Hey ho and away we go
Bonny laddie, hieland laddie
Hey ho and away we go
Bonny hieland ladie


Was you ever in Merashee
Where you stayed fast to tree


Was you ever in Baltimore
Dancin' on that sanded floor


Was you ever in Balville bay
Where the girls are all the go
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

High Barbary - traditional


There were two lofty ships
From old England came
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we
One was the Prince of Luther
The other Prince of Wales
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary


"Aloft there, aloft there"
Our jolly bosun cried
"Look ahead, look astern,
Look to weather an' a-lee"


"There's naught upon the stern, sir
There's naught upon our lee
But there's a lofty ship to wind'ard
An' she's sailin' fast and free"


"Oh hail her, oh hail her"
Our gallant captain cried
"Are you a man-o-war
Or a privateer?" cried he


"Oh, I'm not a man-o-war
Nor privateer," said he
"But I am salt sea pirate
All a-looking for me fee"


For Broadside, for broadside
A long time we lay
'Til at last the Prince of Luther
Shot the pirate's mast away


"Oh quarter, oh quarter"
Those pirates they did cry
But the quarter that we gave them
Was we sank 'em in the sea
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Hog-Eye Man - as sung at the VFSS shanty workshop, Nov. 30 1988


Go fetch me down me riding cane
For I'm off to see me darlin' Jane
With a hog-eye
Railroad navie with his hog-eye
Roll ashore and a hog-eye, oh
She wants the hog-eye man


Oh, the hog-eye men are all the go
When they come to San Francisco


Now, it's who's been here since I've been gone
Well, a railroad navie with his sea boots on


Oh, Sally in the garden, picking peas
Her golden hair hanging down to her knees


Oh, sally in the garden, shelling peas
With a little hog-eye all sitting on her knees


Well, a hog ship, and a hog-eye crew
Hog-eye mate and a skipper too
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Homeward Bound - Andrew Draskoy's version


From Liverpool docks we bid adieu
To Suke, and Sal, and Kittie too
The anchor's weighed and the sails unfurl
We're bound to cross the watery row
For we know we're outward bound
Hurrah, we're outward bound

The wind it blows from the east nor'east
Our ship will scud ten knots at least
The purser would our wants supply
So while with life we'll never say die


And should we touch at Malabar
Or any other quarters far
Our purser he will tip the chink
And just like fishes we will drink


Then at last our captain comes on board
Our sails are bent, we're manned and stored
The Peter's hoisted at the fore
Good-bye to the girls we'll see no more
For we know we're homeward bound
Hurrah, we're homeward bound


One day the man on the look-out
Proclaims a sail with a joyful shout
"Can you make her out?" "I think I can;
She's a pilot standing out from the land"


And when we're hauled into Liverpool docks
Them bloomers all come 'round in flocks
Them pretty girls, we hear 'em say
"Here comes Jack with his twelve-month pay"


Next we go to the Dog and Bell
Where there's good vittle there to sell
When in comes Archie with a smile
"Drink up me boys, it's worth your while"


When poor Jack's money is gone and spent
Nor more to be had, no more to be lent
Then in comes Archie with a frown
Saying "Rise up Jack, let John sit down"


And so poor Jack must understand
There's ships in the harbour needing hands
So stows his gear like he did before
And says farewell to the Liverpool shore
For he knows he's outward bound
Hurrah, he's outward bound
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A Hundred years Ago - as sung by Jon Bartlett


Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, Oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A Hundred years ago


Well its Bully John from Baltimore
Well I knew him well on the eastern shore


Well it's Bully John's the boy for me
He's a buckle on land and a bully at sea


Well its been a long time and a very long time
Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme


Well my old mother she wrote to me
Me darling son come home from sea


Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
That bleeding top main sheave is dry


Well I thought I heard the old man say
Well it's one more pull and then belay
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Island Lass - as sung by Jon Bartlett at the VFSS shanty workshop, Nov. 30 1988


Our packet is the Island Lass
Lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, low


There's a laddie howlin' at the main topmast


Our skipper comes from Barbados


He's got the name of Hammer Toes


He feeds us bread as hard as brass


Our junk's as salt as a bailer's arse


The monkey wears a sailor's clothes


Now, where he got 'em from, God only knows


It's up aloft that yard must go


Up aloft from down below


We'll haul 'em high and let 'em dry


We'll trice 'em up into the sky


Lowlands, me boys, and up she goes


Get changed, me boys, for your shore-going clothes
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

John Cherokee


John Cherokee was an indian man
Alabama John Cherokee
He run away every time he can
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee


They put him aboard a Yankee ship
Again he gave the boss the slip


They catch him again and chain him tight
And starve him many a day and night


Nothing to drink and nothin to eat
He just fall dead at the boss's feet


So they bury him by the old gate post
The very same day you can see his ghost
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:18 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

John Cherokee - as sung by the crew of Zawisza Czarny


This is the tale of John Cherokee
Alabama John Cherokee
Injun man of the Miramashee
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee, way, hey, yah
Alabama John Cherokee


They made him a slave down in Alabam'
He run away every time he can


They gave him nothing to eat or drink
How his bones began to clink


And now his ghost is often seen
Sitting in the middle of Galway Green
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Juliana - based on the version sung by the crew of Zawisza Czarny


Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
Ah ha, me London Julie
Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
Ah ha, me London Julie


Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
Ah ha, me London Julie
Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
Ah ha, me London Julie


Up aloft, up aloft this spar must go
Up aloft, up aloft from down below


Around Cape Horn there's ice and snow
But around Cape Horn we've got to go


The mate is a-bawlin' down below
So heave away, let's stamp and go
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

John Kanaka - as sung by Penny Sidor


I thought I heard the old man say
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Today, today is a holiday
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Too lie ay, oh, to lie ay
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay


We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We'll work tomorrow but no work today


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


We're bound away 'round Cape Horn
We wish to Christ we'd never been born


Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away
Oh haul away and make your pay


And we are Liverpool born and bred
We're strong in the arm but we're thick in the head
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Leave her, Johnny


Oh the times was hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
And the grub was bad and the gales did blow
And it's time for us to leave her


Leave her, Johnny, leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her
For the voyage is done and the winds do blow
And it's time for us to leave her


I thought I heard the Old Man say
You can go ashore and take your pay


Oh her stern was foul and the voyage was long
The winds was bad and the gales was strong


And we'll leave her tight and we'll leave her trim
And heave the hungry packet in


Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her with a grin
For there's many a worser we've sailed in


And now it's time to say goodbye
For the old pierhead's a-drawing nigh
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Liverpool Judies - as sung by Barry Truter at the VFSS Shanty Workshop, November 30, 1988


When I was young lad I sailed with the rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out to the west
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork
Then put out to sea for the port of New York
And it's row, row bullies row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow


For 42 days we were hungry and sore
The winds were against us, the gales they did roar
Off Battery Point we did anchor at last
Our jib boom hove in and our canvas all fast


The boardinghouse masters came aboard in a trice
A shouting and a promising all that was nice
Til one fat old crib took a liking to me
Says he you're a fool, lad, to follow the sea


Says he there's a job as is waiting for you
With lashings of liquor and beggar-all to do
Says he what you say lad, will you ? or two
Says I you old bastard, I'm damned if I do


Next I remember I woke in the morn
On a the three skysail yarder bound south round Cape Horn
With an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks
And a blooming great head and a case of the pox


So come all you young sailors take a warning by me
Keep your eye on the drinks when liquor is free
Don't pay no attention to runner or whore
Or your head'll be thick and your throat will be sore
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

One More Day


Oh, have you heard the news, me Johnny
One more day
We're homeward bound tomorrow
One more day
Only one more day, me Johnny
One more day
Oh, rock and roll me over
One more day


Don't you hear the old man growlin'
Don't you hear the mate a howlin'


Don't you hear the caps'n pawlin'
Don't you hear the pilot bawlin'


Only one more day a-howlin'
Can't you hear the gals a-callin'


Only one more day a-rollin'
Can't you hear the gulls a-callin'


Only one more day a-furlin'
Only one more day a-cursin'


Oh, heave and sight the anchor, Johnny
For we're close aboard the port, Johnny


Only one more day for Johnny
And your pay-day's nearly due, Johnny


Then put out your long-tail blue, Johnny
Make your port and take your pay, Johnny


Only one more day a-pumpin', Johnny
Only one more day a-bracin'


Oh, we're homeward bound today, Johnny
We'll leave her without sorrow, Johnny


Pack your bags today me Johnny
Oh, an' leave her where she lies, Johnny


Only one more day a-workin', Johnny
Oh, come rock 'n' roll me over


No more gales or heavy weather
Only one more day together
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