When I was a little boy, so my mother told me, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow moldy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Way, haul away, the good ship now is rolling, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe King Louis was the King of France before the revolution, Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution, Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe First I met a Spanish girl and she was daft and lazy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe And then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Way haul away, we're bound for better weather, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe -Tommy Makem

On the 24th of February, The weather being clear. We spied to be sure seven Turkish men-of-war, Come a sailing from Algier. [Chorus] To me ri fol leather ol, ri fol leather ol, ri fol leather ol lay. Rol a diddle i, rol a diddle i, to me ri fol leather ol lay Well the very first ship to come alongside, Was called the Green Pea. We fired to her a warning shot, And quickly she did flee. [Chorus] Well the very next ship to come alongside, Was called the Prince so clear. Commanded by the big Bagsham, Come a sailing from Algier. [Chorus] Well the very next ship to come alongside, Was called the Rose and Crown. We fired our broadside into her, And quickly she went down. [Chorus] Well the very next ship to come alongside, Was called the Harp and Lyre. We fired our pitch buckets into her, And quickly she took fire. [Chorus] Well two we sunk and two we took, The rest they ran away, And one we brought to Englands shore, Just to show we won the day -Traditional

Please tell me, what is this sailboat's name? The sailboat Malarkey. Tell me now what is this good boat's name? It's the sailboat Malarkey. Well now, me boys, we are bound out to sea! In the sailboat Malarkey. O when will Caroline come down to me? In the sailboat Malarkey. Tell me now, who built this good boat? The sailboat Malarkey. Richardson, Richardson built this good boat! The sailboat Malarkey. She's lovely aloft and she's lovely below. Is the sailboat Malarkey. But she's best on her back as you very well know! That sailboat Malarkey. Away, away in St George's Town, In the sailboat Malarkey. The rats come batting the houses down, Of the sailboat Malarkey. I'd give the world boys and all that I know In the sailboat Malarkey. To turn and to roll with my Lucy-oh! In the sailboat Malarkey. You pick her up, boys, and lay her down, In the sailboat Malarkey. And hang on tight as she bounces around! In the sailboat Malarkey -Traditional

Raggle-Taggle Gypsy There were three old gypsies came to our hall door They came brave and boldly-o And one sang high and the other sang low And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o It was upstairs downstairs the lady went Put on her suit of leather-o And there was a cry from around the door She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o It was late that night when the Lord came in Enquiring for his lady-o And the servant girl she said to the Lord "She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o" "Then saddle for me my milk white steed - my big horse is not speedy-o And I will ride till I seek my bride She's away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o" Now he rode East and he rode West He rode North and South also Until he came to a wide open plain It was there that he spied his lady-o "How could you leave your goose feather bed Your blankets strewn so comely-o? And how could you leave your newly wedded Lord All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?" "What care I for my goose feather bed Wi' blankets strewn so comely-o? Tonight I lie in a wide open field In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o" "How could you leave your house and your land? How could you leave your money-o? How could you leave your only wedded Lord All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?" "What care I for my house and my land? What care I for my money-o? I'd rather have a kiss from the gypsy's lips I'm away wi' the raggle taggle gypsy-o!" -Traditional Lowlands Low Our packet is the Island lass, Low lands lowlands lowlands low There’s a laddie howlin’ at the main topmast, Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low, Low lands lowlands lowlands low The old man hails from Barbados, Low lands lowlands lowlands low He’s got the name of Hammer Toes, Low lands lowlands lowlands low He gives is us bread as hard as brass. Low lands lowlands lowlands low Our junk’s as salt as Balaam’s ass Low lands lowlands lowlands low The monkey’s rigged in a soldier’s clothes. Low lands lowlands lowlands low Now, where he got ’em from, no one knows. Low lands lowlands lowlands low We’ll haul ’em high and let ’em dry. Low lands lowlands lowlands low We’ll trice ’em up into the sky. Low lands lowlands lowlands low It’s up aloft that yard must go. Low lands lowlands lowlands low Up aloft from down below. Low lands lowlands lowlands low Lowlands, me boys, and up she goes. Low lands lowlands lowlands low Get changed, me boys, to your shore-going clothes. Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low Low lands lowlands lowlands low -Traditional

They say life has its ups and downs That really now is quite profound I'd like to push the capstan round But its pump me boys before we drown. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. The ocean we all do adore So come on boys let's pump some more Don't worry if your stiff and sore I'm sure we've pumped this bit before. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. The captain's daughter I suppose Could be called an English Rose What would you think when I propose The pox she gave to me a dose. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. This rose well she did prick me sore I never felt so bad before Thanks to the girl i did adore I thought I'd never pump no more. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. I called the doctor right away To find out what he had to say That's two pound ten get on your way I'm sure this girl is in his pay. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. Sometimes when I am in me bed And thinking of me day ahead I wish that I could wake up dead But pumpin's all I get instead. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. There's so much water down below Just how it got there I don't know The old man says let's roll and go But I think we're bound for Davey Jones. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. Yes, how I wish that I could die The swine who built this tub to find I'd bring him back from where he fries And pump him till the beggar's dry. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. If Noah used him for his ark Now wouldn't that have been a lark From rising sun till getting dark The animals all hard at work. Pump me boys, pump her dry Down to hell and up to the sky Bend your back and break your bones We're just a thousand miles from home. -Tony Goodenough

Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! A letter of marque come from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, CHORUS: God damn them all! 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 Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS . . . For twenty brave men all fishermen who would make for him the Antelope's crew (chorus) The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight, She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags (chorus) On the King's birthday we put to sea, We were 91 days to Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way (chorus) On the 96th day we sailed again, When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four pounders we made to fight (chorus) The Yankee lay low down with gold, She was broad and fat and loose in the stays But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days (chorus) Then at length we stood two cables away, Our cracked four pounders made an awful din But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in (chorus) The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the Maintruck carried off both me legs (chorus) So here I lay in my 23rd year, It's been 6 years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday (chorus) -Stan Rogers

Boney was a warrior Away hey ya A warrior a terrier, Jean Francois Boney was a Corsican Away hey ya A rortin’ snortin’ Corsican Jean Francois Boney was a general Away hey ya A randy dandy general Jean Francois Boney fought the Roosh-i-ans Away hey ya The Austrians and the Prush-i-ans Jean Francois Boney went to Moscow Away hey ya He lost his army in the snow Jean Francois Boney went to Elbow Away hey ya Boney he came back again Jean Francois Boney went to Waterloo Away hey ya Jean Francois Boney he was sent away Away hey ya Away to St Helena Jean Francois Away to St Helena Away hey ya Jean Francois Boney broke his heart and died Away hey ya Away in St Helena Jean Francois Boney he is dead and gone Away hey ya We will sing his funeral song Jean Francois Boney was a warrior Away hey ya A warrior, a terrier Jean Francois -Traditional Star of the County Down In Banbridge Town in the County Down One morning last July, From a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so sweet from her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut brown hair. Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself For to see I was really there. [Chorus] From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and From Galway to Dublin Town, No maid I've seen like the brown colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head, And I looked with a feelin' rare, And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by, "Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"? He smiled at me and he says, say's he, "That's the gem of Ireland's crown. It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the star of the County Down". [Chorus] At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes, With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked Right for a smile from my nut brown rose. No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke Till my plough turns rust colored brown. Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down. [Chorus] -Traditional Mrs. McGrath "O Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like a soldier of your son Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat Now Mrs. McGrath would you like that?" With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship come into the bay With her son from far away "O Captain dear where have ye been? You been sailing the Mediterranean? Have you news from my son Ted? Is he living or is he dead?" With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Then came Ted without any legs And in their place two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two And said, "My God Ted is it you"? Now were ye drunk or were ye blind When ye left yer two fine legs behind? Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?" With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannonball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away "My, Teddy boy," the widow cried "Yer two fine legs were yer mother's pride Stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all Why didn't ye run from the cannon ball?" With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa "All foreign wars I do proclaim Live on blood and a mother's pain I'd rather have my son as he used to be Than the King of America And his whole Navy!" With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, with a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa -The Dubliners (Ciaran Padraig Maire Bourke, Ronald Joseph Drew, Barney Mckenna, John Edmund Sheahan and Luke Kelly)

Captain Kidd My name is Captain Kidd As I sailed, as I sailed, Oh my name is Captain Kidd as I sailed, My name is Captain Kidd And God's laws I did forbid, And most wickedly I did as I sailed. My father taught me well To shun the gates of hell, But against him I rebelled as I sailed, He shoved a bible in my hand But I left it in the sand And I pulled away from land, As I sailed [Chorus] I murdered William Moore And I left him in his gore Twenty leagues away from shore As I sailed, And being crueler still, the gunner I did kill All his precious blood did spill, As I sailed, [Chorus] I was sick and nigh to death, And I vowed at every breath, Oh to walk in wisdom's path, As I sailed But my repentance lasted not, My vows I soon forgot, Oh damnation is my lot, As I sailed. [Chorus] To the execution dock Lay my head upon the block, Laws no more I'll mock as I sail, So take warning here and heed To shun bad company Or you'll wind up just like me As I sailed Traditional (1701)

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, To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away, Weigh, hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored, To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Man the stout caps'n and heave with a will, Weigh, hey, roll an' go! For soon we'll be drivin' her 'way up the hill. To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away, Weigh, hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored, To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums, Weigh, hey, roll and go! Take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs. To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away, Weigh, hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored, To be rollickin' randy dandy O! We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay, Weigh, hey, roll and go! Get crackin', me lads, it's a hell of a way! To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away, Weigh, hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored, To be rollickin' randy dandy O! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away, Weigh, hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored, To be rollickin' randy dandy O! -Traditional

Chorus: Shady Grove, my little love Shady Grove, I say Shady Grove, my little love I'm bound to go away Cheeks as red as blooming rose Eyes are the prettiest brown She's the darlin' of my heart Sweetest lil' girl in town (Chorus) Wish I had a big fine horse Corn to feed him on Pretty lil' girl to stay at home And feed him while I'm gone (Chorus) Went to see my Shady Grove She was standin' in the door Shoes and stockin's in her hand Her little bare feet on the floor (Chorus) When I was a little lad I wanted a Barlow knife Now I want little Shady Grove To say she'll be my wife (Chorus)

Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. Was you ever in Quebec launching timber on the deck ,where ya Break your bleedin neck riding on a donkey. Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. Was you ever round Cape Horn where the weathers never warm, Wish to god you'd never been born riding on a donkey. Way hey and away we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. Was you ever in Miramichi where they tie you to a tree, Have a girl sit on your knee riding on a donkey. Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. Was you ever in Fortune Bay hear the girls all shout hurray,here Comes dad with dead months pay riding on a donkey. Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. Was you ever in Fredericton seeing the king he does come down, See the king in his golden crown riding on a donkey. Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. Way hey and a way we go donkey riding donkey riding, Way hey and away we go riding on a donkey. -Traditional (1857)

Ring down below – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below – Oh ring down, ring down I tell you Ring down below – Oh, ring down yes I meet up with the devil Ring down below – Oh yes I meet the devil, beat the hell out of the bible Ring down below – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below – Oh ring down, ring down I tell you Ring down below – Oh ring down yes I meet up with the devil Ring down below – Oh yes, the devil he tell me he prayin’ for the sinners Ring down below – Oh ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below – I’m going down yonder just to meet up with the devil Ring down below – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below – Oh yes, the devil he tell me he prayin’ for the sinners Ring down below – Oh yes, I meet the devil, beat the hell out of the bible Ring down below – Oh ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below – Oh, ring down, ring down everybody Ring down below Ring down below Ring down below

I am a little beggarman and beggin I have been For three score years in this little Isle of green I'm known along the Liffy from the Basin to the Zoo And I'm known by the name of the bold Johnny Dhu Was of a jolly beggarman came trippin over the plain He came up to a farmer's door, a lodging for to gain The father's daughter came and viewed him cheek and chin She calls him a handsome man and takes him in. Oh of all the trade that's goin, sure beggin is the best For when a man is tired he can sit down and rest He can beg for his dinner, has nothing else to do But to cut around the corner with his old Rigadoo I slept in a barn way down in Curabawn A shocking wet night but I slept until the dawn With the holes in the roof and the rain comin' through And the rats and the cats they were playin' peeka-boo When who should awaken but the woman of the house With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse She began to frighten, all I said was "BOO!" Ah don't be afraid, mam, it's only Johnny Dhu. I met a little flaxen-haired girl one day, Good morning little flaxen-haired girl I did say Good morning little beggarman and how do you do With your rags and your tags and your old Rigadoo? I'll buy a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by Buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue And an old fashioned lady I will make her too Over the fields with the pack on my back Over the field with my heavy bulging sack With the holes in my shoes and my toes a'peekin' through Singin' skin ma rink a doodle for old Johnny Dhu Must be goin' to bed, for it's gettin' late at night All the fire's all raked and there isn't any light, And now you've heard the story of my old Rigadoo So goodbye and God be with you from ol' Johnny Dhu. -Traditional

And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind! And another mug of beer wouldn’t do us any harm And another mug of beer wouldn’t do us any harm And another mug of beer wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind! And a night upon the shore wouldn’t do us any harm And a night upon the shore wouldn’t do us any harm And a night upon the shore wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind! And another drop of wine wouldn’t do us any harm And another drop of wine wouldn’t do us any harm And another drop of wine wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind! And a little slug of gin wouldn’t do us any harm And a little slug of gin wouldn’t do us any harm And a little slug of gin wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind! And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm And a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm And we’ll all hang on behind. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll roll the old chariot along. And we’ll roll the old chariot along And we’ll all hang on behind! Traditional

Now me lads be of good cheer for the Irish coast will soon draw near in a few days more we'll sight cape clear so Ginny keep your ringtail warm. now the barship is in sight and soon we'll be off the old rock light and I'll be knockin on your door tonight! so Ginny keep your ringtail warm whip jamboree, whip jamboree all you ringtail black men, sheet it home behind whip jamboree, whip jamboree so Ginny keep your ringtail warm. Now we're warping through the docks, all the pretty young girls on the pier do flock and there's me Ginny who I soon shall fuck so Ginny keep your ringtail warm whip jamboree, whip jamboree all you ringtail black men, sheet it home behind whip jamboree, whip jamboree so Ginny keep your ringtail warm. Now we're tied to the pier now its down below and pack our musty gear soon ill be kissing you my dear now I'm safe upon the shore and I don't give a damn how hard the winds will roar so Ginny keep your ringtail warm now I've had two weeks ashore now I'll pack me bags an' I'll go to sea once more I'll bid goodbye to my Liverpool whore so Ginny keep your ringtail warm. -Traditional

Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow My little plot of land I soon did part with And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted Here's to you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin' When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln" General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg, And by God this is the truth to you I mention Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck And old Ireland is the country I delight in With the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin' Here's to you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin -Traditional

In the town of Lunenburg down Nova Scotia way In nineteen twenty-one on a windy day A sailing ship was born, "Bluenose" was her name You'll never see her kind again Bluenose, the ocean knows her name Sailors know how proud a ship was she Bluenose, leading in the wind Racing ev'ry way on the sea For twenty-five long years she ruled the Northern sea Riding like a queen on the tide In the Caribbean one dark and stormy day She ran into a reef and died Bluenose, the ocean knows her name Sailors know how proud a ship was she Bluenose, leading in the wind Racing ev'ry way on the sea Now just the other day, down Nova Scotia way In Lunenburg they christened a ship Just like the old Bluenose, down to the very name The Bluenose lives and sails again Bluenose, the ocean knows her name Sailors know how proud a ship was she Bluenose, leading in the wind Racing ev'ry way on the sea -Irish Rovers

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. Rolling up. Rolling down. We'll all get drunk in Tilbury town Twenty four hours to turn around. And go rolling down the river. When first I saw a TEU. I wondered where they stowed the crew To go rolling down the river. Well cargo comes in TEUs. A 20 foot box, boys, filled with booze. There's a Tilbury girl called Kettle Jane. First on the boil then off again. She's got a mate called Teapot Anne. She gets well brewed. She likes a man. Tilbury girls go round in pairs, You won't catch them unawares. Down on the dock-gates 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 the Channel and the TEU. Let's roll down the river. -Traditional

The Diamond is a ship my boys, for Greenland she is bound And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lassies 'round The Captain gives the order to sail the ocean wide Where the sun it never sets my lads no darkness dims the tide [Chorus] So cheer up my lads let your hearts never fail While the Bonnie Ship the Diamond goes fishin' for the whale Along the quay at Peterhead, the lassies stand around With their shawls about their heads and salt tears runnin' down I'll never weep my bonny lad though I'm left behind For there's not a rose on Greenland's ice to make you change your mind [Chorus] Here's a health to the Resolution likewise the Eliza Swan A health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond ship of fame They wear the trousers of the white the jackets of the blue When they return to Peterhead they'll find that we've been true [Chorus] It'll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home With a ship that's full of oil my lads and money to their name They'll make the cradles for to rock and the blankets for to tear And every lass in Peterhead sing hush-a-bye my dear [Chorus] -Traditional

Fly around my pretty little miss Fly around my daisy Fly around my pretty little miss You almost drive me crazy The higher up the cherry tree The riper grows the cherries The more you hug and kiss the girls The sooner they will marry Coffee grows on white oak trees The river flows with brandy If I had my pretty little miss I’d feed her sugar candy Going to get some weevily wheat I’m going to get some barley Going to get some weevily wheat And bake a cake for Charlie -Traditional Greasy Coat I don't drink I don't smoke I don't wear no greasy coat I don't cuss I don't chew I don't want no woman that do I don't drink I don't smoke I don't wear no greasy coat I don't cuss I don't chew I don't want no woman that do -Traditional

There once 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 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 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 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 To 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 To 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 that whale did go 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 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 regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all 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 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 -Traditional

Come all ye young fellows that follow the sea To me weigh hey blow the man down And pray pay attention and listen to me Give me some time to blow the man down I'm a deep water sailor just in from Hong Kong To me weigh hey blow the man down If you'll give me some rum I'll sing you a song Give me some time to blow the man down T'was on a Black Baller I first spent my time To me weigh hey blow the man down And on that Black Baller I wasted my prime Give me some time to blow the man down T'is when a Black Baller's preparing for sea To me weigh hey blow the man down You'd split your sides laughing at the sights that you see Give me some time to blow the man down With the tinkers and tailors and soldiers and all To me weigh hey blow the man down That ship for prime seamen onboard a Black Ball Give me some time to blow the man down T'is when a Black Baller is clear of the land To me weigh hey blow the man down Our boatswain then gives us the word of command Give me some time to blow the man down Lay aft is the cry to the break of the poop To me weigh hey blow the man down Or I'll help you along with the toe of my boot Give me some time to blow the man down T'is larboard and starboard on the deck you will sprawl To me weigh hey blow the man down For Kicking Jack Williams commands the Black Ball Give me some time to blow the man down Aye first it's a fist and then it's a pall To me weigh hey blow the man down When you ship as a sailor aboard the Black Ball Give me some time to blow the man down Blow the man down blow the man down Give me some time to blow the man down -Elfrida Vipont Brown Foulds

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot Drink up me hearties, yo ho We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot Drink up me hearties, yo ho Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack Drink up me hearties, yo ho Maraud and embezzle and even hijack Drink up me hearties, yo ho Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me We kindle and char and in flame and ignite Drink up me hearties, yo ho We burn up the city, we're really a fright Drink up me hearties, yo ho We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves Drink up me hearties, yo ho We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs Drink up me hearties, yo ho Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads Drink up me hearties, yo ho Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads Drink up me 'earties, yo ho George Bruns (With Robert Louis Stevenson)

Refrain: Weigh heigh and up she rises Weigh heigh and up she rises Weigh heigh and up she rises Early in the morning What shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a drunken sailor, Early in the morning? Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober. Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her. What shall we do with a drunken soldier? Put him in the guard room 'til he gets sober. Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him. Pull out the plug and wet him all over. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowline. Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor. Give 'im a dose of salt and water. Stick on his back a mustard plaster. Keep him there and make 'im bail 'er. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end. Make him go hunting with Dick Cheney. What'll we do with a Limejuice skipper? Soak him in oil till he sprouts a flipper. What shall we do with the Queen o' Sheba? What shall we do with the Virgin Mary?

Chorus: Hill you ho, boys; let her go, boys; Bring her round, now all together. Hill you ho, boys; let her go boys, Sailing home, home to Mingulay. What care we though white the Minch is? What care we for wind or weather? Let her go boys! Ev'ry inch is Wearing home, home to Mingulay. Chorus Wives are waiting on the bank, or Looking seaward from the heather; Pull her round boys! And we'll anchor. Ere the sun sets at Mingulay. Chorus -Sir Hugh S. Roberton