1. |
Shiny-O
02:15
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Captain, Captain, you love your brandy
Weigh hey, Shiny-O
Captain, Captain, I love your daughter
Weigh hey, Shiny-O
Ferryman, ferryman, won’t you ferry me over?
Won’t you ferry me from Queenstown ‘cross to Dover
From Queenstown to Dover’s a hundred mile or over
A hundred mile and I cannot swim over
Captain, Captain, how deep is the water?
She measures one inch, six feet and a quarter
The Hen and the Chickens were all flying over
And when she pitches, she pitches into Dover
O Captain, Captain, what is the matter?
I lose my wife and my pretty little daughter
O rivers, rivers, rivers are rolling
Rivers are rolling and I cannot get over
Captain, Captain, you love your brandy
Captain, Captain, I love your daughter
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2. |
Fire Marengo
01:30
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Lift him up and carry him along
Fire Marengo, fire away
Set him down where he belongs
Fire Marengo, fire away
Stow him in his hull below
It’s stay he must but then he’ll go
Screw that cotton, screw it down
Let’s get back home to Liverpool town
When I get back to Liverpool Town
I’ll cast a line to little Sally Brown
I’ll haul her high, I’ll haul her low
I’ll bust her blocks and make her go
Now Sally, she’s a pretty little craft
Hot shot to the fore and a rounded aft
Lift him up and carry him along
Set him down where he belongs
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3. |
Santy Anno
03:33
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O! Santy Anno gained the day
Away Santy Anno
Santy Anno gained the day
All on the plains of Mexico
Chorus:
And it’s heave her up and away we’ll go
Heave away Santy Anno
Heave her up and away we’ll go
All on the plains of Mexico
Them Liverpool girls don’t use no combs
They combs their hair with a kipper backbone
Well, why do them pretty girls love me so
It’s because I don’t tell ‘em all I know
Well, when I was a young lad in me prime
I’d knock them scouse girls two at a time
Well the Skipper likes whiskey, the mate likes run
The crew likes both, but we can’t get none
Well, the times is hard and the wages low
And it’s time for us to roll and go
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4. |
Little Sally Racket
01:11
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Little Sally Racket
Haul him away
She pawned my best jacket
Haul him away
And she lost the ticket
Haul him away
And a hauley high-o!
Haul him away
Little Kitty Carson
She got a little barson
She went off with the parson
And a hauley high-o!
Little Nancy Dawson
Well she got a notion
For a poor old bosun
And a hauley high-o!
Little Betty Baker
Ran off with a Quaker
Guess her mum could shake her
With a hauley high-o!
Little Susie Skinner
Said she’s a beginner
Prefers it to her dinner
With a hauley high-o!
Little Dolly Ducket
Pisses in a bucket
She’s a tart, but doesn’t look it
With a hauley high-o!
Up my fightin’ cocks, boys
Up and split her blocks, boys
And we’ll stretch her luff, boys
And that’ll be enough, boys
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5. |
Old Maui
02:53
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It’s a damn tough life, full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we won’t give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds did blow
‘Cause we’re homeward bound from the arctic grounds
With a good ship taught and free
And we won’t give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls from old Maui
Chorus:
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 the northerly gales
Through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months we’ve passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea
And now we’re bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to old Maui
Once more we sail with the Northerly gale
Toward our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain’t got far to roam
Our stuns’l’s bones is carried away
What care we for that sound
A living gale is after us
Thank God we’re homeward bound
How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is awaiting our return
Even now their big brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails, running ‘fore the gales
Rolling down to old Maui
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6. |
Haul Away for Rosie
03:03
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Oh, when I was a little boy my mother often told me;
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie-O
That If I didn’t kiss the girls my lips would all get mouldy
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie-O
Chorus:
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie-O
I sailed the seas for seven years not knowin’ what I was missin’
Then trimmed me sails before the gales and started in a-kissin’
Well, first I had an Irish gal, her name was Kitty Brannigan
She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she stole me kit and pannikin
So then I got a German girl and she was fat and lazy
So then I got a New York girl she damn near drove me crazy
Harken while I sing to you about my darlin’ Nancy
Copper-bottomed, clipper-built and just my cut and fancy
Then I got a Frenchie girl she took things free and aisy
Now I have an Aussie girl an’ sure she is a daisy
King Louis was the King of France before the revolution
But then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution
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7. |
Bound to the Rio Grande
03:02
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O say was you ever in Rio Grande?
A-weigh, you Rio
It’s there that the river runs down golden sand
For we’re bound to the Rio Grande
Chorus:
And a-weigh, boys, a-weigh
A-weigh, you Rio
It’s fare you well my bonny free girls
For we’re bound to the Rio Grande
Oh, New York town is no place for me
I’ll pack up my bag and go out to sea
We’ll sell our salt cod for molasses and rum
And get home again ‘fore Thanksgiving has come
Our good ship’s a-going out over the bar
And we’ll point our nose south for the South-er-on Star
Sing good bye to Nellie and good bye to Sue
And you who are listening, good bye to you
O say was you ever in Rio Grande?
It’s there that the river runs down golden sand
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8. |
Haul on the Bowline
01:38
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Haul on the bowlin’, Kitty is me darlin’
Haul on the bowlin ’, the bowlin’ haul!
Haul on the bowlin’, me Kitty comes from Liverpool
Haul on the bowlin’ so early in the mornin’
Haul on the bowlin’ and the old man he’s a-growlin’
Haul on the bowlin’ before she starts a-rollin’
Haul on the bowlin’, we don’t know where we’re going
Haul on the bowlin’, we don’t know where we’re sailing from
Haul on the bowlin’, the sooner we gets going
Haul on the bowlin’, well the third we comes a-home again
Haul on the bowlin’, it’s a weary way to Liverpool
Haul on the bowlin’, it’s a far cry to payday
Haul on the bowlin’, the bully ship’s a rollin’
Haul on the bowlin’, just one more pull and that will do
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9. |
Coast of High Barbaree
02:03
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Look ahead, look astern, look the weather in the lee
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we
I see a wreck to the windward and a lofty ship to lee
Sailing down all on the coast of High Barbary
Well are you a pirate or a man-o-war? cried we
Well no! I’m not a pirate, but a man-o-war, cried he
So back up your topsails and heave your vessel to;
For we have got some letters to be carried home by you
Well, we’ll back up our topsails and heave our vessel to
But only in some harbor and along the side of you
For broadside, for broadside they fought all on the main;
Until at last the frigate shot the pirate’s mast away
For quarter! For quarter! The saucy pirates cried
The quarter that we showed them was we sank ‘em in the tide.
With cutlass, boys, and gun, boys, o we fought for hours three
The ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea
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10. |
'Liza Lee
02:28
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The smartest clipper you can find is
Haul-way, Haul, are you ‘most done?
She’s 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
Haul-way, Haul, are you ‘most done?
With ‘Liza Lee all on my knee
Clear away the track an’ let the bullgine run
Well, we’re outward bound for the West Street Pier
With Galway shale and Liverpool beer
Ah, and when we’re out in New York Town
We’ll bounce them Bowery girls around
Well, the Margaret Evans of the Blue Star Line
She’s ne’er a day behind her time
O, and when we’re back in Liverpool town
We’ll stands ya’s whiskeys all around
Now, when I was a young man, in my prime
I’d knock them Scouse girls two a time
Oh, and one more pull and that will do
For we’re the boys to kick her through
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11. |
Pique la Baleine
02:08
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Pour retrouver ma douce amie
Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là
Pour retrouver ma douce amie
Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là
Chorus:
Pique la baleine, joli baleinier
Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer
Aux mille mers j’ai navigué
Des mers du nord aux mers du sud
Dans les grands fonds, elle m’espérait
Tous deux ensemble on a pleuré
En couple à elle, j’m’suis couché
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12. |
Rolling Down the River
02:48
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Oh! I once was a rigger and I worked like hell
Rolling up, rolling down,
But now I’m sailing with the OCL
And go rolling down the river
Chorus:
Rolling up, rolling down
We’ll all get drunk in Melbourne Town
Twenty four hours to turn around
And go rolling down the river
Well cargo comes in TEUs
A 20 foot box, boys, filled with booze
When first I saw a TEU
I wondered where they stowed the crew
There’s a Melbourne girl called Kettle Jane
First on the boil then off again
Well, she’s got a mate called Teapot Anne
She gets well brewed, she likes a man
Melbourne girls go 'round in pairs
You won’t catch them unawares
Down on the docks where the work is done
You can pick ‘em up, one by one
Well, we’re the boys to see her through
So to hell with the Channel and the TEU
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13. |
Chicken on a Raft
03:32
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Skipper’s in the wardroom drinking gin
Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft
I don’t mind knocking but I ain’t going in
Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft
Jimmy’s laughing like a drain
Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft
Been looking at m’ ‘comic cuts’ again
Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft
Chorus:
Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
Dabtoes fore and the dustmen aft
Sitting there picking at a chicken on a raft
Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft, Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft.
Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft, Hi-Ho, chicken on a raft.
They gave me the Middle and the Forenoon too
And now I’m pulling in the whaler’s crew
Seagulls wheeling overhead
I ought to be fuckin’ in a feather bed
I had a little girl in Donny B
And oh, she made a fool of me
Her heart was like that Pusser’s shower
From hot to cold in a quarter of an hour
An Amazon girl lives in Dumfries
She only has kids in twos and threes
Her sister lives in Maryhill
She says she won’t but I think she will
We kissed goodnight on the midnight bus
And she didn’t cry, she didn’t fuss
Am I the man that she loves best?
Or am I just a cuckoo in another man’s nest?
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14. |
Whisky Johnny
03:13
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Whiskey is the life of man
Always was since the world began
Chorus:
Whiskey-o, Johnny-o
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise her up from down below
Whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey from an old tin can
My wife and I do not agree
She puts whiskey in her tea
I had a girl and her name was Lize
She puts whiskey in her pies
If whiskey comes too near my nose
I tip it up and down she goes
I thought I heard the first mate say
I treats me crew in a decent way
I treats me crew in a decent way
Feeds ‘em whiskey twice a day
I wish I knew where whiskey grew
I’d eat the leaves and the branches too
Oh, whiskey is the life of man
Always was since the world began
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15. |
Paddy Doyle's Boots
01:51
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To me, Way-ay-ay Yah!
We’ll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots
We’ll all drink whiskey and gin
We’ll all shave under the chin
We’ll all throw shit at the cook
The dirty ol’ man’s on the deck
We’ll bouse her up and be done
We’ll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots
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16. |
Bring 'em Down
01:20
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In Liverpool I was born
Bring ‘em down
London is me home from home
Bring ‘em down
Them Rotherhithe girls are mighty fine
They’re never a day behind their time
Now it’s round Cape Horn we go
All through the frost and snow
Up the coast to Vallipo
Northward down to Callao
Callao girls I do adore
Take it all and ask for more
Vallipo girls puts on a show
Waggle their arse with a roll and go!
Now it’s back home to Liverpool
Spend my pay like a bloody fool
Liverpool girls I do admire
Set your rigging all a-fire
Liverpool born and bred
Strong in the arm and thick in the head
Rock and roll me over, boys
Get this damn job over, boys
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17. |
Won't You Go My Way
01:32
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Oh, I met her in the morning
Won’t you go my way?
In the morning bright and early
Won’t you go my way?
Oh I asked her for to marry
But she said she’d rather tarry
On a cold and frosty morning
On a dark and stormy morning
Oh I won my way to ‘Frisco
Oh I won my way to ‘Frisco
Oh, I met her in the morning
In the morning bright and early
Oh I asked her for to marry
But she said she’d rather tarry
On a cold and frosty morning
On a dark and stormy morning
Oh I won my way to ‘Frisco
Oh I won my way to ‘Frisco
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18. |
Lowlands Away
02:57
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I dreamed a dream the other night
Lowlands, lowlands away my Johns
I dreamed a dream the other night
Lowlands away
I dreamed my love, she came to me
My love she came clad all in white
The salt seaweed was in her hair
‘Twas then I knew my love was drowned
I dreamed a dream the other night
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19. |
Shallow Brown
02:34
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Bound away to leave you
Shallow, oh Shallow Brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow, oh Shallow Brown
Shipped on board a whaler
Shipped on board a whaler
Love you, Julianna
Love you, Julianna
Packet leaves tomorrow
Leave you with great sorrow
‘Cross them chilly mountains
Find that silver fountain
Shallow in the morning
Just as day is dawning
Bound away to leave you
Bound away to leave you
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20. |
Coasts of Peru
02:18
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Come all ye young whalermen that’s rounded Cape Horn
Come all ye bold sailors that follow the sperm
Our captain he has told us and we all believe it’s true
There’s plenty of sperm-whales on the Coast of Peru
‘Twas early one morning just as the sun rose
The man in our mainmast sings out, “Thar she blows!”
“Where away!” says our skipper, “And where do she lay?”
“Three points to yer eastward, not a mile away”
“Then lower yer boats, my boys, and after him we’ll travel
But if you gets too near his tail, he’ll kick yer to the devil
Lay on with yer oar boys and let yer boats fly
But one thing we dread of, stay clear of his eye”
Our waist-boats went down, m’boys, and we made a good start
“Lay on” says the harpooneer, “For I’m hell for the long dart!”
The harpoon it struck and the whale sped away
But one thing he done, my boys, he showed us fair play
For he raced and he sounded and he stood on his fin
But we drew him along-side and we got our lance in
Which caused him to vomit and the blood for to spout
And in ten minutes time, my boys, he’d rolled both fins out
We had him turned over then and laid alongside
Then over with our blubber hooks to rob him of his hide
We began cutting in boys and then trying out
And the mate in our main-chains, how loud he did shout
But now we’re bound for Tumbes in our manly power
Where a man buys a whore-house for a barrel of tar
We’ll spend all our money on them pretty girls ashore
And when it’s all gone, my boys, go a-whaling for more
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21. |
Banks of Newfoundland
03:33
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Ye bully boys of Liverpool I’ll have ye’s to beware
When you ride them packet ships no dungaree jumpers wear
But have your thick monkey jackets always close at hand
For there blow some cold nor’westers on
The banks of Newfoundland
Chorus:
We’ll scrape her and we’ll Scrub Her
With holy stone and sand
And there blow some cold nor’westers on
The banks of Newfoundland
There was Jackie Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more
I tell you well, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore
They pawned their gear in Liverpool and sailed as they did stand
But there blow...
Well the mate he stood on the fo’csle head and loudly he did roar
Rattle her in, me bully boys, we’re bound for ‘Merica’s shore
So wipe the blood from the dead man’s face and heave to beat the band
For there blow...
And now it’s reef and reef me lads with canvas frozen hard
It’s mount and pass every mother’s son from a ninety foot topsail yard
Never mind about boots and oilskins, but haul or ye’ll be damned
For there blow...
And now we’re off the hook me lads, the lands are white with snow
Soon we’ll pass the table and we’ll spend the night below
And to the docks, come down in flocks, the pretty girls will stand,
Saying it’s snugger with me than out at sea…
On the banks...
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22. |
Sally Brown
01:48
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I love a maid across the water
A-weigh, hey, roll and go!
She’s Sal herself, yet Sally’s daughter
Spend my money on Sally Brown
Seven long years I courted Sally
She called me ‘boy and Dilly Dally
Seven long years and she wouldn’t marry
And I no longer cared to tarry
So I courted Sal, her only daughter
And her I sail upon the water
Sally’s teeth are white and pearly
Her eyes are blue, her hair is curly
The sweetest flower of the valley
Is my dear girl, my pretty Sally
Oh! Sally Brown, I had to leave you
But trust me that I’ll not deceive you
Sally Brown, I love your daughter
For her I sail upon the water
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23. |
Tom's Gone to Hilo
02:40
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Oh Tommy’s gone on a whaling ship
Away to Hilo
Oh Tommy’s gone on a damned long trip
Tom’s gone to Hilo
He’s never kissed his girl goodbye
He’s left her and he’s told her why
She’s robbed him blind and left him broke
He’s had enough, gave her the poke
His half it went, it went like chaff
She’s hung around for the other half
She’s drank and boozed his pay away
With her weather eye on the next pay day
He’s shipped away around Cape Horn
His clothes and boots was in the pawn
Ah Tommy’s gone on a whaling ship
Ah Tommy’s gone on a damned long trip
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24. |
Roll the Woodpile Down
02:57
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‘Way down South where the cocks do crow
Way down in F lorida
Them girls all pick on the the old banjo
And we’ll roll the woodpile down
Chorus:
Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round
That round gal of mine’s on the Georgia line
And we’ll roll the woodpile down
Well, when work is done at the end of day
That’s when you’ll hear those banjos play
And when I was young before the war
We had gay times on the Mississippi shore
But now I’m old and getting gray
I can only kiss ‘em twice a day
Well, but what can you do in Tampa bay
But give them pretty girls all your pay?
Well, why do them pretty girls love me so?
It’s because I don’t tell ‘em all I know
Well, but now no more them banjos play
For the good old times they’ve passed away
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25. |
V/Line Bound
02:59
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Myki works on the V/Line train
V/Line me boys, V/Line
To Albury town and back again
I earn my bread on the V/Line
Them V-Line cars is long and tall
V/Line me boys, V/Line
They’ll rattle along through the ragin’ squall
I earn my bread on the V/Line
Chorus:
V/Line, V/Line
Rattle ‘em bogies home, me boys
We’re V/Line bound. Hoi!
I earned me stripes on the Bairnsdale line
On rattlin’ stock and an ol’ bullgine
Me cousin welds for Bombardier
He starts his day with a bowl o’ beer
Me house is made from Redgum ties
Me wife puts ballast in her pies
I wash me kids in the deisel drums
And fatten ‘em up on Shepparton plums
The hours is long but the travel’s free
When you draw your pay from the PTV
We’ll drive them hoggers fast and true
For we’re the lads to kick her through
So when we get to Albury town
It’s a change of gauge and a drink all roun’
And when we land at Southern Cross
We’ll hit the booze and curse the boss
I thought I heard an old man say
That the service was better back in his day
The times is hard and the fares is high
And it bleeds the public coffers dry
It’s a bloody pain but still we know
To touch ‘im off before we go
‘Cause Myki works on the V/Line train
To Albury town and back again
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