All for me grog

And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin’ gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

I’m sick in the head and I haven’t been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I’ve seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I have to take a path for way out yonder

And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin’ gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin’, noggin’ boots
They’re all sold for beer and tobacco
See the soles they were thin and the uppers were lettin’ in
And the heels were lookin’ out for better weather

And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin’ gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me shirt, me noggin’, noggin’ shirt
It’s all sold for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar been torn about
And the tail was lookin’ out for better weather

And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin’ gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me wife, me noggin’, noggin’ wife
She’s all sold for beer and tobacco
You see her front it was worn out and her tail I kicked about
And I’m sure she’s lookin’ out for better weather

And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin’ gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me bed, me noggin’, noggin’ bed
It’s all sold for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
And the sheets they’re lookin’ out for better weather

And it’s all for me grog me jolly, jolly grog
All for my beer and tobacco
Well, I spent all me tin with the ladies drinkin’ gin
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Blow the man down

Oh! Blow th’ man down, bullies. Blow th’ man down.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
Oh! Blow th’ man down bullies. Blow ’im right down.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

Come all ye young fellers that follows th’ sea.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
I’ll sing ye a song if ye’ll listen t’ me.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

’Twas in a Black Baller I first served my time.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
And in a Black Baller I wasted my prime.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

’Tis when a Black Baller’s preparin’ for sea.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
Th’sights in th’ fo’ cas’le is funny t’ see.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

Wi’ sodgers an’ tailors an’ Dutchmen an’ all.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
As ships for prime seamen aboard th’ Black Ball.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

But when th’ Black Baller gets clear o’ th’ land.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
It’s then as ye’ll hear th’ sharp word o’ command.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

Oh! It’s muster ye sodgers an’ tailors an’ sich.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
An’ hear ye’re name called by a son of a bitch.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

It’s ”fore-topsail halyards”, th’ Mate he will roar.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
Oh, lay along smartly, you son of a whore.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

Oh, lay along smartly each lousy recroot.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th’ man down!
Or it’s lifted ye’ll be wi’ th’ toe of a boot.
Give us th’ time an’ we’ll blow th’ man down!

Drunken sailor

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

1. Sling him in the long boat till he’s sober,
2. Keep him there and make ’im bale ’er.
3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over,
4. Take ’im and shake ’im, try an’ wake ’im.
5. Trice him up in a runnin’ bowline.
6. Give ’im a taste of the bosun’s rope-end.
7. Give ’im a dose of salt and water.
8. Stick on ’is back a mustard plaster.
9. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
10. Send him up the crow’s nest till he falls down,
11. Tie him to the taffrail when she’s yardarm under,
12. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
13. Soak ’im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
14. Put him in the guard room till he’s sober.
15. Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter.
16. Take the Baby and call it Bo’sun.
17. Turn him over and drive him windward.
18. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.
19. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him.
20. That’s what we’ll do with the drunken sailor.

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Fire Marengo

Lift him up and carry him along,
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
Send him down where he belongs,
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

Stow him down in the hold below,
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
One more turn and then we’ll go
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

When I gets back to Liverpool town,
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
I’ll pass a line to little Sally Brown
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

I’ll haul her high, I’ll haul her low,
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
I’ll bust her blocks and make her go
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

Sally, she’s a pretty little craft,
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
Sharp to the fore with a rounded aft
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

Screw the cotton, screw it down
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
Let’s get the hell from Mobile town
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

Lift him up and carry him along,
     Fire Marengo, fire away,
Send him down where he belongs,
     Fire Marengo, fire away.

 

 

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haul away joe

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 mouldy, 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

First I met a Yankee girl and she was fat and lazy, to me
Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

Then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me
Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

King Louis was the king of France before the revolution, to me
Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution, 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

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Leave her Johny, leave her.

 thought I heard the old man say,
”Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
It’s a long, hard pull to the next payday
And it’s time for us to leave her”.

Chorus:
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her,
For the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow,
And it’s time for us to leave her!

Oh, the winds were foul and the work was hard,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
From the Liverpool dock to the London yard
And it’s time for us to leave her.
Chorus

Oh, the skipper was bad, but the mate was worse.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
He’d blow you down with a spike and a curse,
And it’s time for us to leave her.
Chorus

It was rotten meat and moldy bread,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
You’d eat it or you’d starve to death,
And it’s time for us to leave her.
Chorus

Well it’s time for us to say goodbye,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her,
For now those pumps are all pumped dry,
And it’s time for us to leave her.
Chorus

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Pump shanty

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.

Chorus:
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.

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 her pay.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Roll the old chariot along

Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm (3x)
And we’ll all hang on behind.

chorus:
So we’ll roll the old chariot along
An’ we’ll roll the old chariot along.
So we’ll roll the old chariot along
An’ we’ll all hang on behind!

Oh, a little mug o’ beer wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh, a plate of Irish stew wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh a little slug of gin wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh a night upon the shore wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh a little drop of wine wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh, a nice fat cook wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh, a long spell in gaol wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh, a nice watch below wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

Oh, a night with the gals wouldn’t do us any harm etc.

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Roll the Woodpile down

Way down south where the cocks do crow
Way down in Florida!
Them girls, they’ll heave on your old banjo.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.
 
Chorus:
Rollin’, rollin’,
Rollin’ the whole world round,
That brown gal of mine’s on the Georgia line
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

It’s a downeast ship with a downeast crew
Way down in Florida!
Downeast mate and skipper too.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

Chorus

Curly sails on the old Rantan,
Way down in Florida!
Curly, he’s just a downeast man.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

Chorus

My aunt Dinah she had a farm
Way down in Florida!
And if you’d go there you could do no harm.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

Chorus

When I was a young man in my prime
Way down in Florida!
I’d waltz them yellow girls two at a time.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

Chorus

Heave ’em aloft and heave ’em low,
Way down in Florida!
We’ll bust the blocks and away we’ll go.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

Chorus

It’s one more pull boys and that will do.
Way down in Florida!
We’re the bullies to kick her on through.
And we’ll roll the woodpile down.

Chorus

Shallow brown

Fare thee well, me Juliana
Shallow, o shallow brown
Fare thee well, me Juliana
Shallow, o shallow brown

And it’s shallow in the morning
Shallow, o shallow brown
Just as the day was dawning
Shallow, o shallow brown

I’ve put me clothes in order
Shallow, o shallow brown
For our packet leaves tomorrow
Shallow, o shallow brown

Yes, our packet leaves tomorrow
Shallow, o shallow brown
And it fills me heart with sorrow
Shallow, o shallow brown

For I love to gaze upon you
Shallow, o shallow brown
And to spend me money on you
Shallow, o shallow brown

O you are me only treasure
Shallow, o shallow brown
And I love ye still full measure
Shallow, o shallow brown

In me cradle lies me baby
Shallow, o shallow brown
I don’t want no other lady
Shallow, o shallow brown

O my wife and baby grieve me
Shallow, o shallow brown
It just breaks me heart to leave ye
Shallow, o shallow brown

For I’m bound away to leave ye
Shallow, o shallow brown
But I never will deceive ye
Shallow, o shallow brown

Fare the well me Juliana
Shallow, o shallow brown
Fare thee well, me Juliana
Shallow, o shallow brown

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