Vibe Camp Shanty Droppers

TRADITIONAL VERSE

A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,An we'll all hang on behind

CHORUS

So we'll roll the old chariot along,So we'll roll the old chariot along,So we'll roll the old chariot along,An we'll all hang on behind!

ADDITIONAL VERSES

Oh, a plate of Irish stew, wouldn't do us any harmOh, a night out at Vibe Camp, wouldn't do us any harmOh, we'd be alright if we make it 'round the hornOh, a roll in the clover, wouldn't do us any harmOh, a nice watch below, wouldn't do us any harmIf the Devil's in the way, We'll roll right over him!

From Tortuga's port, we put to seaAnd sailed for 16 daysIn the biggest storm I'd ever seenWe almost lost our wayWhen a call came from a deckhandBoys, I think she's going downBut don't you fearThere's enough rum hereTo drink until we drown! Ho!

CHORUS

What shall we do with a drunken sailor? x3Early in the morningHooray, and up she rises x3Early in the morning

So this deckhand grabbed a barrelBroke the seal and took a swigAnd soon their screams turned into songsTheir panicked work turned into jigsThe first mate bellowed ordersEver trying to save their skins"Any drunken wretch the captain catchHe'll beat all limb from limb!" Ho!

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Every man continued drinkingAll their duties long forgotThey were deaf to every order'Til they heard a pistol shotThe captain stood on fo'c'slen' swung the cat above his head"Back to yer post or by my ghostYe'll wish that ye were dead!" Oh!

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Every drunk received a beatingSome of the drunker managed twoThe captain kept an eyeUntil he'd sobered up his crewHe then retired to quartersPut the rum upon his shelfSat in his seatPut up his feetAnd drank the rest himself!

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ALTERNATIVE CHORUS RESPONSES

Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober,Shave his belly with a rusty razor,Throw him in the hold with the captain's daughter

When I was just a little lad, or so me Mammi told meAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeThat if I didn't kiss the girls me lips would grow all moldyAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away togetherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeAway! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weatherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

I used to have an Irish girl but she got rather lazyAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeBut now I've got a Bristol girl and she just drives me crazyAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away togetherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeAway! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weatherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Oh Louis was the king of France before the Revolut-I-onAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeThen he got his head chopped off & it spoiled his constitut-I-onAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away togetherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeAway! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weatherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Ya call yourself a "Second Mate", ya can't ev'n tie a bowlineAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeYou can't even stand up straight with the package, she's a-rollin'Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away togetherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeAway! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weatherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Well now can't ya see... the black clouds a-gatherin'Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeWell now can't ya see... the storm clouds a-risin'Away Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

Away! HO! Haul away, we'll haul away togetherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, JoeAway! HO! Haul away, we'll hope for better weatherAway Haul Away, we'll haul away, Joe

VERSE

There once was a ship that put to seaAnd the name of that ship was the Billy o' TeaThe winds blew hard, her bow dipped downBlow, me bully boys, blow

CHORUS

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin' is doneWe'll take our leave and go

VERSE

She had not been two weeks from shoreWhen down on her, a right whale boreThe captain called all hands and sworeHe'd take that whale in tow (Hah!)

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VERSE

Before the boat had hit the waterThe whale's tail came up and caught herAll hands to the side, harpooned and fought herWhen she dived down below (Huh!)

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VERSE

No line was cut, no whale was freedThe Captain's mind was not on greedBut he belonged to the whaleman's creedShe took that ship in tow (Huh!)

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VERSE

For forty days, or even moreThe line went slack, then tight once moreAll boats were lost, there were only fourBut still that whale did go

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VERSE

As far as I've heard, the fight's still onThe line's not cut and the whale's not goneThe Wellerman makes his a regular callTo encourage the Captain, crew, and all

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My son John was tall and slimAnd he'd a leg for ev'ry limb.But now he's got no legs at allFor he ran a race with a cannon ball

REFRAIN

Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle daWhack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da

Well were ya drunk or were ya blindWhen ya left your two fine legs behindOr was it sailin' on the seaWore your two fine legs right down to the knee

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I was not drunk, I was not blindWhen I left my two fine legs behindNor was it sailin' on the seaWore my two fine legs right down to the knee

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Each foreign war I'll now denounce'Tween the King of England and the King of FranceFor I'd rather my legs as they used to beThan the king of Spain and his whole navy

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I was tall and I was slimAnd I'd a leg for ev'ry limbBut now I've got no legs at allThey were both shot away by a cannon ball

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Well, I was tall and I was slimAnd I'd a leg for ev'ry limbBut now I've got no legs at allThey done come off on a cannon ball

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Oh! Santiana gained a dayAway Santiana!"Napoleon of the West", they sayAlong the plains of Mexico

CHORUS

Well, heave 'er up and away we'll goAway Santiana!Heave 'er up and away we'll goAlong the plains of Mexico

VERSE

She's a fast clipper ship and a bully good crewAway Santiana!And an old salty yank for a captain tooAlong the plains of Mexico

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VERSE

Santiana fought for goldAway Santiana!Around Cape Horn through the ice and snowAlong the plains of Mexico

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VERSE

T'was on the field of Molly-Del-RayAway Santiana!Well both his legs got blown awayAlong the plains of Mexico

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VERSE

It was a fierce and bitter strifeAway Santiana!The general Taylor took his lifeAlong the plains of Mexico

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VERSE

Santiana, now we mournAway Santiana!We left him buried off Cape HornAlong the plains of Mexico

Now we are ready to head for the HornWay, hay, roll an' goOur boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawnTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Heave a pawl, o heave awayWay, hay, roll an' goThe anchor's on board an' the cable's all storedTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Man the stout caps'n an' heave with a willWay, hay, roll an' goSoon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hillTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Heave a pawl, o heave awayWay, hay, roll an' goThe anchor's on board an' the cable's all storedTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Soon we'll be warping her out through the locksWay, hay, roll an' goWhere the pretty young gals all come down in their flocksTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Heave a pawl, o heave awayWay, hay, roll an' goThe anchor's on board an' the cable's all storedTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

We're outward bound for Vallipo BayWay, hay, roll an' goGet crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a wayTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Heave a pawl, o heave awayWay, hay, roll an' goThe anchor's on board an' the cable's all storedTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

Heave a pawl, o heave awayWay, hay, roll an' goThe anchor's on board an' the cable's all storedTo be rollicking randy dandy-O

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strifeWe whalermen undergo.And we don't give a damn when the day is doneHow hard the winds did blow.'cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic groundWith a good ship, taut and freeAnd we won't give a damn when we drink our rumWith the girls of Old Maui.

CHORUS

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boysRolling down to Old MauiWe're homeward bound from the Arctic groundRolling down to Old Maui.

Once more we sail with a northerly galeThrough the ice and wind and rain.Them coconut fronds, them tropical landsWe soon shall see again.Six hellish months have passed awayOn the cold Kamchatka Sea,But now we're bound from the Arctic groundRolling down to Old Maui.

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Once more we sail with a northerly galeTo-wards our island homeOur mast was sprungOur whaling doneAnd we ain't got far to roamOur stunsail bones is carried awayWhat care we for that sound?A living gale is after us,Thank God we're homeward bound.

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How soft the breeze through the island trees,Now the ice is far astern.Them native maids, them tropical gladesIs a-waiting our return.Even now their big brown eyes look outHoping some fine day to seeOur baggy sails runnin' 'fore the galesRolling down to old Maui

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O the year was Seventeen Seventy-EightHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowA letter of mark came from the kingTo the scummiest vessel I've ever seen

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God damn them allI was told we'd cruise the seas for American goldWe'd fire no guns, shed no tearsNow I'm a broken man on a Halifax pierThe last of Barrett's Privateers

O Elcid Barrett cried the townHow I wish I was in Sherbrooke nowFor twenty brave men all fishermen whoWould make for him the Antelope's crew

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)She'd list to the port and her sails in ragsAnd the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

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On the King's birthday we put to sea(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)Ninety-one days to Montego BayPumping like madmen all the way

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On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)When a great big Yankee hove in sightWith our cracked four-pounders we made to fight

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The Yankee lay low down with gold(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)She was broad and fat and loose in staysBut to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

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Then at length she stood two cables away(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)Our cracked four-pounders made awful dinBut with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

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The Antelope shook and pitched on her side(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggsAnd the main truck carried off both me legs

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Now here I lay in my twenty-third year(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)It's been six years since we sailed awayAnd I just made Halifax yesterday

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CHORUS

So, help me Bob, I'm bully in the alleyWay hey, bully in the alleyHelp me Bob, I'm bully in the alleyBully down in Shinbone Al

Now Sally is a girl in Shinbone AlleyWay hey, bully in the alleySally is a girl in Shinbone AlleyBully down in Shinbone Al

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I found myself down on the quay, ohWay hey, bully in the alleyI found myself with time so free, ohBully down in Shinbone Al

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I waltzed up to the Angel Inn, ohWay hey, bully in the alleyKicked on the door, and I walked right in, ohBully down in Shinbone Al

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Walked up to the barroom counterWay hey, bully in the alleyThere I met with Greasy AnnieBully down in Shinbone Al

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Greasy Annie's a slimy whore, ohWay hey, bully in the alleyEvery shellback's knocked on her door, ohBully down in Shinbone Al

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I bought her rum and I bought her gin, ohWay hey, bully in the alleyBought her wine, both white and red, ohBully down in Shinbone Al

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When I'd spent off all me tin, ohWay hey, bully in the alleyUp to bed we then did creep, ohBully down in Shinbone Al

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We rough-and-tumbled all night long, ohWay hey, bully in the alleyDawn did break, and the cock did crow, ohBully down in Shinbone Al

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The pilot, he looks out aheadWith hands on the cane, heavin' on the leadAnd the old man roars to wake the dead"Come and get your oats, my son"

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Whup! Jamboree, Whup! JamboreeOh ya long-tailed black mare comin' up behindWhup! Jamboree, Whup! JamboreeA-come and get your oats my son

Oh, now we pass them Lizard lightsAnd the stars, me boys, we will heave in sightAnd soon we're abreast of the Isle of WightCome and get your oats my son

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And now we get to the Blackwall docksAnd them pretty young girls comin' down in flocksWith their short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocksCome and get your oats, my son

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And now the bar-ship is in sightWe're picking on down to the old Rock LightGonna get the ol' stick taped tonightCome and get your oats, my son

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Well, then we'll walk down Limelight wayAnd with all the girls will spend our payWe'll not see more 'til another dayCome and get your oats, my son

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And soon we'll see old HolyheadNo more salt beef, no more breadI catch my Jenny and it's off to bedCome and get your oats, my son

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When I returned to Liverpool, I went upon the spreeWith no money to last, I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could beBut before me money was all spent, on liquor and the whoresI made up me mind that I was inclined to go to sea no more

No more, no more, to go to sea no moreI made up me mind that I was inclined to go to sea no more

As I was walking down the street I met with AngelineShe said come home with me, me boy, we'll have a cracking timeBut when I awoke it was no joke, I found I was all aloneMe hat, me boots and me money too and me whole ruddy gear was gone

Was gone, was gone, and me whole ruddy gear was goneMe hat, me boots and me money too and me whole ruddy gear was gone

As I was rollin' down the street, I met with Rapper BrownI asked if he would take me in, he looked at me with a frownSays he, "Last time you was paid off, with me you chalked no scoreBut I'll take your advance and I'll give you a chance to go to sea once more"

Once more, once more, to go to sea once moreBut I'll take your advance and I'll give you a chance to go to sea once more

He shipped me aboard of a whalin' ship bound for them Arctic seasWhere the cold winds blow and there's ice and snow, Jamaica rum would freezeAnd worse to bear I'd no hard-weather gear, for I'd lost all me dunnage ashore'Twas then that I wished that I was dead, and I'd go to sea no more

No more, no more, I'd go to sea no more'Twas then that I wished that I was dead, and I'd go to sea no more

Some days we're catchin' whales, me boys, some days we're catchin' noneWith a twenty-foot oar stuck in your hand you row the whole day longAnd when the shades of night come on, and you rest on your weary oarOh, your back's so weak you could never seek a berth at sea no more

No more, no more, a berth at sea no more!Oh, your back's so weak you could never seek a berth at sea no more

Come all you bold sea-faring men, and listen to my songWhen you go big boatin', boys, I'd have you not go wrongYou take my tip when you come off a ship and don't go sleepin' with no whoreGet married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more!

No more, no more, to go to sea no more!Get married instead and have all nights in bed and go to sea no more!

We bully boys of LiverpoolAnd I'll have you to beware,When you sail on them packet ships,No dungaree jackets wear;But have a big monkey jacketAll ready to your hand,For there blows some cold nor'westersOn the Banks of Newfoundland.

CHORUS

We'll scrape her and we'll scrub herWith holy stone and sand,For there blows some cold nor'westersOn the Banks of Newfoundland.

We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch,Mike Murphy and some more,And I tell you by's, they suffered like hellOn the way to Baltimore;They pawned their gear in LiverpoolAnd they sailed as they did stand,But there blows some cold nor'westersOn the Banks of Newfoundland.

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Now the mate he stood on the fo'c'sle headAnd loudly he did roar,"Now rattle her in me lucky lads,You're bound for America's shore;Come wipe the blood off that dead man's faceAnd haul or you'll be damned,"But there blows some cold nor'westersOn the Banks of Newfoundland.

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So now it's reef and reef, me boys,With the canvas frozen hard,And this mountain pass every mother's sonOn a ninety foot topsail yard;Never mind about boots and oilskinsBut holler or you'll be damnedBut there blows some cold nor'westersOn the Banks of Newfoundland.

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So now we're off the Hook, me boys,And the land is white with snow,And soon we'll see the pay tableAnd we'll spend the whole night below;And on the docks, come down in flocks,Those pretty girls will say,"Ah, it's snugger with me than on the sea,On the Banks of Newfoundland."

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In South Australia I was bornHeave away! Haul away!In South Australia, round Cape HornWe're bound for South Australia

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Haul away, you rolling kingsHeave away! Haul away!Haul away, oh hear me singWe're bound for South Australia

VERSE

As I walked out one morning fairHeave away! Haul away!It's there I met Miss Nancy BlairWe're bound for South Australia

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VERSE

I shook her up, I shook her downHeave away! Haul away!I shook her round and round the townWe're bound for South Australia

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VERSE

There ain't but one thing grieves my mindHeave away! Haul away!To leave young Nancy Blair behindWe're bound for South Australia

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VERSE

I'm Bristol born and Bristol bredHeave away! Haul away!I'm thick in the arm and thick in the headWe're bound for South Australia

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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 goFire Marengo, fire away.

Ease him down and let him lay,Fire Marengo, fire away,One more turn and then we're awayFire Marengo, fire away.

When I gets back to Liverpool town,Fire Marengo, fire away,I'll pass a line to little Sally BrownFire 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 goFire Marengo, fire away.

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

Screw the cotton, screw it downFire Marengo, fire away,Let's get the hell from Mobile townFire Marengo, fire away.

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

The Diamond is a ship, my lads, for the Davis Strait she's bound,And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lasses 'round;Captain Thompson gives the order to sail the ocean wide,Where the sun it never sets, my lads, no darkness dims the sky,

CHORUS

So it's cheer up my lads, let your hearts never fail,While the bonny ship, the Diamond, goes a-fishing for the whale.

Along the quay at Peterhead, the lasses stand aroon,Wi' their shawls all pulled around them and the saut tears runnin' doon;Don't you weep, my bonny lass, though you be left behind,For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice before we change our mind.

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Here's a health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Swan,Here's a health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond, ship of fame;We wear the trouser o' the white and the jackets o' the blue,When we return to Peterhead, we'll hae sweethearts anoo,

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It'll be bricht both day and nicht when the Greenland lads come hame,Wi' a ship that's fu' of oil, my lads, and money to our name;We'll make the cradles for to rock and the blankets for to tear,And every lass in Peterhead sing "Hushabye, my dear"

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The boats are sailing round the bay,Bye-bye, my Roseanna.All loaded down with fishermen,I won't be home tomorrow.

CHORUS

Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-byeBye-bye, my RoseannaBye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-byeI won't be home tomorrow

A dollar a day is a fisherman's payBye-bye, my Roseanna.It's easy come, easy go awayI won't be home tomorrow.

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We're leaving port at break of dayBye-bye, my Roseanna.We're sailing out across the bayI won't be home tomorrow.

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Around the horn we must goBye-bye, my Roseanna.The gales are strong and the winds do blowI won't be home tomorrow.

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Roseanne, my RoseanneBye-bye, my Roseanna.I'm going away but not to stayI won't be home tomorrow.

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Oh, way down south where the cocks do crowWay down in FloridaThem gals they dance to the old banjo.And we'll roll the woodpile down!

CHORUS

Rollin'! Rollin'! Rollin' the whole world 'roundThat brown girl o' mine's down the Georgia LineAnd we'll roll the woodpile down!

When I was a young man in me primeWay down in FloridaI'd chase them pretty gals two at a time.And we'll roll the woodpile down!

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Oh rouse and bust 'er is the cryWay down in FloridaA shellback's wage is never high.And we'll roll the woodpile down!

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We'll roll him high and we'll roll him lowWay down in FloridaWe'll heave him up and away we'll go.And we'll roll the woodpile down!

O Curly goes on the old ran-tanWay down in FloridaO Curly's just a down-east man.And we'll roll the woodpile down!

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O one more heave and that will doWay down in FloridaWe're the bullies for to kick 'er through.And we'll roll the woodpile down!

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Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,Farewell and adieu to you, to you ladies of Spain;For we've received orders for to sail for old England,But we hope very soon we shall see you again.

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We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas;Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:From Ushant to Scilly it's thirty-five leagues.

We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys,We hove our ship to, our soundings to see;We rounded and sounded, got forty-five fathoms,Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we.

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The next land we made t'was called the Deadman,Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight;Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,'Til we came abreast of the South Foreland light.

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Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor,All in the Downs that night for to lie;Then it's stand by your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters,Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

So let every man toss off a full bumper,And let every man drink up a full glass;We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,Singing here's a good health to each true-hearted lass!

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I thought I heard the Old Man say:"Leave her, Johnny, leave her."Tomorrow you will get your payAnd it's time for us to leave her

CHORUS

Leave her, Johnny, leave her!Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!For the voyage is long and the winds don't blowAnd it's time for us to leave her

VERSE

Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"She shipped it green and none went byAnd it's time for us to leave her

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VERSE

I hate to sail on this rotten tub"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"No grog allowed and rotten grubAnd it's time for us to leave her

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VERSE

We swear by rote for want of more"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"But now we're through so we'll go on shoreAnd it's time for us to leave her

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