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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
Music is holy, art is sacred, and creativity is power
Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
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
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
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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Brett "I drink whiskey with me whiskey, and water with me water."
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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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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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.
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.
I am a Sea Shanty Lover at heart and here are a few of my favs:
The Rocky Road to Dublin ------------------------ (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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~~ Oglaigh Na hEireann ~~ In Memory - 13 Fallen, January 30, 1972
The heart may think it knows better, the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart. ...........Elizabeth Bowen
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.
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"
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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