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barddas 
Posted: 23-Jun-2003, 08:38 AM
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HAUL AWAY JOE

TRADITIONAL



When I was a little lad
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
That if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, the sheet is now a-flowing,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution...
But then he got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution...

Oh, once I had a German gal
And she was fat and lazy...
And now I have a Brooklyn gal,
She damn near drives me crazy...

Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy...
Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy...

Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe




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What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor, earlie in the morning?

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EASILY, one of my favorites:

Irish Rover, The
Traditional

On the Fourth of July 1806 we set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the grand City Hall in New York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft and oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts and they called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, we had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, we had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, and six million dogs, seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails in the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute when the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootlin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille, though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk and he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance that he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, there was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work and a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule and Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper on the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost it's way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two, just meself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, Oh Lord! what a shock, the bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned and the last of the Irish Rover




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Mermaid, The
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It was Friday morn when we set sail and we were not far from the land
When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair, with a comb and a glass in her hand

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, and a fine old man was he
"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom, we shall sink to the bottom of the sea"

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship, and a fine spoken man was he
Sayin', "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea, and tonight a widow she will be"

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship, and a brave young lad was he
"Oh, I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea, and tonight she'll be weeping over me"

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship, and a crazy old butcher was he
"I care much more for my pots and pans than I do for the bottom of the sea"

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then three times 'round spun our gallant ship, and three times 'round spun she
Three times 'round spun our gallant ship and she sank to the bottom of the sea

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

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Wicked Tinkers do a great rendition of this on their HAMMERED! CD.

Nova Scotia Farewell


The sun was setting in the west
The birds were singing on ev'ry tree
All nature seemed inclined to rest
But still there was no rest for me

Chorus:
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
And when I am far away on the briny oceans tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?

I grieve to leave my native land
I grieve to leave my comrades all
And my aged parents whom I always held so dear
And the bonnie, bonnie lass that I do adore

The drums they do beat and the wars do alarm
The captain calls, we must obey
So farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms
For it's early in the morning I am far, far away

I have three brothers and they are at rest
Their arms are folded on their breast
But a poor simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea





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Another favorite...

Bonnie Ship the Diamond

Words and Music by: Traditional


THE DIAMOND IS A SHIP ME LADS
THE DAVIS STRAIT SHE'S BOUND
AND THE QUAY IT'S ALL A'GARNISHED
WITH LASSIES ALL AROUND
CAPTAIN THOMPSON GIVES THE ORDER
SAIL THE OCEAN WIDE
WHERE THE SUN IT NEVER SETS ME LADS
NO DARKNESS DIMS THE SKY


chorus:


SO IT'S CHEER UP ME LADS
LET YOUR HEARTS NEVER FAIL
WHILE THE BONNIE SHIP THE DIAMOND
GOES A'FISHIN FOR THE WHALE

ALONG THE QUAY AT PETERSBURG
THE LASSIES STAND AROON
WITH SHAWLS ALL PULLED AROUND THEM
AND SALT TEARS RUNNIN' DOON
DON'T YOU FEAR ME BONNIE LASS
THOUGH YOU BE LEFT BEHIND
FOR THE ROSE WILL BLOOM ON GREENLANDS ICE
BEFORE WE CHANGE OUR MINDS


chorus:


HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE RESOLUTION
AND TO THE LIZZA SWAIN
HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE BATTLER OF MONTROSE
THE DIAMOND SHIP OF FAME
WE WEAR THE TROUSERS O' THE WHITE
AND JACKETS O' THE BLUE
WHEN WE RETURN TO PETERSBURG
WE'LL HA'E SWEETHEARTS ANEW


chorus:


IT'LL BE BRIGHT BOTH DAY AND NIGHT
WHEN THE GREENLAND LADS COME HAME
WI' A SHIP THAT'S FULL OF OIL
AND MONEY TO OUR NAMES
WE'LL MAKE THE CRADLES FOR TO ROCK
AND BLANKETS FOR TO TEAR
AND EVERY LASS IN PETERSBURG
SING HUSH-A-BYE MY DEAR


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Posted: 14-Jul-2003, 01:07 PM
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Great song!!! We do that one, it on the cd. Which you can here on Highlander... that is sooooo cool.... tongue.gif

Great song though...

I will try and get chords posted to it soon...
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Trim Rigged Doxy

I am a sailor both brisk and bold
  And a long time have I sailed the ocean
And if you want to know my name
  My name it is Jack Johnson
Shipmates I'll bid you adieu
  No more to sea will I go along with you
But to ramble this country through and through
  And I'll be a ramblin' sailor

When I was a walking out one day
  Down by the London River
A pretty little fair maid I chanced to spy
  Now we walked along together

Her lips were like two roses red
  A fine feather bonnet was covering her head
So I took the harboard on her, she said she was a maid
  That saucy little trim-rigged doxy

I shan't and I can't go along with you
  You saucy ramblin' sailor
My parents now they would not agree
  And I'm promised to a tailor
But I was all too eager to sample all her charms
  A dearest guinea to roll in your arms
Well the deal was done, up stairs we went
  That's me and the trim-rigged doxy

Well it's all on the bone and let your stays'ls fall
  We was yard after yard a boppin'
Me shot-locker empty, it's asleep I fall
  Was then that she took to robbin'
She emptied all me pockets of all that I had
  She even took the boots from the end of the bed
She even took the gold watch from underneath me head
  `That saucy little trim-rigged doxy

Next mornin' bright I awoke
  And I started to roar like thunder
For all of me money now, me gold watch too
  She'd bore them away for plunder
'Twas not for me money, nor me gold watch too
  For these had value, but to tell you true
To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through
  That saucy little trim-rigged doxy
To think a little fireball could burn me boxty through
  That saucy little trim-rigged doxy



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The Celtic music is great enough...even better when the sea is involved!
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Here's new one I found...


The Liverpool Girls

Traditional - Lyrics from Capstan Bars, by David Bone


When I was a youngster I sailed with th' rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out to th' west.
We anchored a day in the harbour o' Cork,
Then put out to sea for th' port o' New York.

An' it's Ho! Ro! Ho, bullies, ho!
Th' Liverpool Gir-ils have got us in tow.

For thirty-two days we wos hungry an' sore.
Th' wind wos agin us an' gales they did roar;
But at Battery Point we did anchor at last,
Wit' th' jib-boom hove in an' th' canvas all fast.

Th' boardin' house masters was off in a trice,
An' shoutin' an' promisin' all that was nice;
An' one fat old crimp he got cotton to me,
An' said I wos foolish t' follow th' sea.

Ses he, "There's a job as is waitin' for you,
Wid lashins o' likker an' nothin' t' do.
Now, what d'ye say, lad, will you jump her too?"
Ses I, "Ye old beggar, I'm damned if I do!"

But th' best ov intentions they never goes far,
After thirty-two days, at th' door ov a bar.
I tossed off me likker an' what do ye think?
The dirty ould rascal had drugs in me drink.

Th' next I remimber, I woke in th' morn
In a three skysail yarder boun' south roun' th' Horn.
With an ould suit o' oilskins, an' two pair o' sox,
An' a floorin' o' bricks at th' foot av me box.

Now all ye young sailors take warnin' by me,
Keep watch on y'er drink when th' likker is free,
An' pay no attintion t' runner or whore,
When y'er hat's on y'er head an' y'er foot's on th' shore.






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Okay, I had to share a song me gran used to sing to me (and yet, still single thumbs_up.gif ):

Mairi's wedding

Chorus
Step we gaily on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm and row and row
All for Mairi' s wedding

1.
Over hill-way up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the shieling through the town
All for Mairi's wedding

Chorus
2.
Plenty herring plenty meal
Plenty peat tae fill her creel
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast for Mairi

Chorus
3.
Cheeks as bright as rowans are
Brighter far than any star
Fairest of them all by far is my darling Mairi
Chorus

4.
Over hill-ways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown
Past the sheiling through the town
All for sake of Mairi

Chorus

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Bow to Stern

By Kirk S. McWhorter


Today's the day we raise the sail
And watch the shore from behind the rail
And start the end of a Seaman tale
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

So come on me lads and climb aboard
We're in it now for the Queen's accord
And the Captain rules with one swift sword
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

Chorus
Way Hey, We're bound for glory
Way Hey, we'll ne'r be sorry
Way Hey, and the Captain Calls
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

The ship is called the Ilsa Mine
Her cargo is both sweet and fine
For we've come from France with casks of wine
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

The sails are filled with a northward wind
And the ocean calm is still our friend
For we're bound for home our goal to spend
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern.

Chorus

Our journey now it won't be long
And a life at sea, it can'y be wrong
We'll work all day as we sing this song
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

We've got a taste for the salty spray
But we'll be drinking wine from far away
For tomorrow is the cook's birthday
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

Chorus

We see a mast on the open sea
And we know they follow us to sea
If they can't take home our great bounty
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

We know we'll fight. they rung the bell
And instead of home we'll be in hell
But the Captain says he'll pay us well
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

One league away the ship arrives
We can see the cannons with our eyes
We'll protect our cargo with our lives
Secure the Ship from Bow To Stern

A rousing cheer rolls over the foam
And the passage back we'll safely roam
For she's just an escort sent from home
Secure the ship from Bow to Stern

Chorus(2x)


This song is from Kirk S. McWhorter's second solo CD called, Eye of the Storm.
The CD has a song of the seas theme. Kirk S. McWhorter is the lead singer for the group Kilbrannan. You can listen to this song and others by going to the Kilbrannan website.

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I am a Sea Shanty Lover at heart and here are a few of my favs:


The Rocky Road to Dublin
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(Traditional Arr. Paddy Cecilly)

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight
next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing
all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the
rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

Well the bouys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the way to Dublin, Whack fol all the Ra !


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Ever tried? Ever failed? No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better..............Samuel Beckett
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THE SEA AROUND US
(Domenick Behan)

They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair
That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare,
If it's water you want, you'll find nothing more rare
Than the stuff they make down by the ocean.

CHORUS
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide*
Long may it stay between England and me
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water.

Tom Moore made his "Waters" meet fame and reknown
A great lover of anything dressed in a crown
In brandy the bandy old Saxon he'd drown
But throw ne'er a one in the ocean.

The Scots have their Whisky, the Welch have their speech
And their poets are paid about tenpence a week
Provided no hard words on England they speak
Oh Lord, what a price for devotion.

The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do
But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew,
"Yeh will in yer vikings" said Brian Boru
And threw them back into the ocean.

Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join
Each wanting his head on the back of a coin;
If the Irish had sense they'd drowned both in the Boyne
And partition thrown into the ocean.

*gradh geal mo croide = great joy of my heart

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MOLLY MALONE

In Dublin's fair city where girls are so pretty
Twas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through street broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

Now she was a fishmonger and sure twas no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they each wheeled their barrows
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"
She died of a faver and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"

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