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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:42 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:42 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:15 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:15 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:16 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:16 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:17 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:17 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:17 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:18 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:09 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:09 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:10 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:10 pm Post subject: |
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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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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:11 pm Post subject: |
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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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