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Inhaltsverzeichnis .......................................................... 2
A Long Time Ago (Plattdeutsch) ............................. 3
A Long Time Ago (Englisch) ..................................... 4
Away, Rio! ..................................................................... 5
Blow the Man Down ...................................................... 6
Bonnie Ship the Diamond .............................................. 7
Hanging Johnny ............................................................. 8
Haul Away, boys ........................................................... 9
Haul Away, Joe ............................................................ 10
Haul on the Bowline .................................................... 11
Last Shanty .................................................................. 12
Lifeboat Mona ............................................................. 13
Now Cape Clear is in Sight.......................................... 14
Paddy Doyle ................................................................. 15
Paddy Get Back ........................................................... 16
Shenandoah .................................................................. 17
Spanish Ladies ............................................................. 18
Time to Leave Her ....................................................... 19
Whiskey for my Johnny (Englisch + Deutsch) ........... 20
Yeo, Heave Ho! ........................................................... 21
Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me) ................................... 22
Mingulay Boat Song ................................................... 23
Little Sally Racket ....................................................... 24
Roller Bowler .............................................................. 25
Haul on the Bowline .................................................... 26
Johnny I hardly knew ye ............................................. 27
Johnny come down to Hilo ......................................... 28
Sally Brown ................................................................. 29
Rolling Down The River ............................................. 30
What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor ................ 31
Yohoho and a Bottle of Rum....................................... 32
Santiano (Französisch) ........................................... 33
Santianna (Englisch) ................................................ 34
Round the Corner, Sally .............................................. 35
De Noorsche Vullrigger (Plattdeutsch) .................... 36
Magelhan (Rolling Home) (Plattdeutsch).................. 37
Poor Old Horse Shanty ................................................ 38
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A Long Time Ago (Plattdeutsch) G D G D De Hoffnung weer hunnert Dag unnerwegs, D G D G To me way, hay, o-hio! G D G D Se seil von Hamborg na Valparais, G D G A long time ago! Kehrreim: G D G D A long, long time, and a long time ago, D G D G To me way, hay, o-hio! D G D G A long, long time, and a long time ago, G D G A long time ago!
2. Se seil so good und se seil so hart, To my way, hay, hoday. Se har so'ne goode kostbare Fracht, It's a long time ago. Kehrreim:
3. Un as de Ol nu flucht und gnaddert, To my way, hay, hoday. Dor keem de Duevel oever de Reeling kladdert, It's a long time ago. Kehrreim:
4. Wenn mi in tein Dag na'n Kanal du bringst, To my way, hay, hoday. Denn kriggst Du mien Seel, so wohr as du stinkst, It's a long time ago. Kehrreim: 5. De Pott leep neegentein Mielen toletzt, To my way, hay, hoday. Dor harr de Duevel de Skyseils bisett, It's a long time ago.
Kehrreim: 6. Un as he nun in'n Kanal keem to Stell, To my way, hay, hoday. Dar seeg de Duevel "Nu her mit de Seel.", It's a long time ago. Kehrreim: 7. Dar seeg de Ol "Nu lat di man Tied", To my way, hay, hoday. "We goht to Anker bi Kap San Patric", It's a long time ago. Kehrreim:
8. De Duevel de weer för Freid all ganz weg, To my way, hay, hoday. He leep op de Back, sett de Anker op Slip, It's a long time ago. Kehrreim:
9. De ole Timmermann har grote Freid, To my way, hay, hoday. He har den Duevel sien Steert mit vertäut, It's a long time ago. Kehrreim:
10. Un as den Anker nu suust op den Grund, To my way, hay, hoday. Dor suust de Duevel mit, de Swienehund, It's a long time ago. Kehrreim:
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A Long Time Ago (Englisch)
G D G D A long, long time, and a long time ago, D G D G To me way, hay, o-hio! D G D G A long, long time, and a long time ago, G D G A long time ago!
Around Cape Horn we've got to go, To me way, hay, o-hio! Around Cape Horn to Call-eao A long time ago! 2. 'Round Cape Horn where the stiff winds blow, To me way, hay, o-hio! 'Round Cape Horn where there's sleet and snow. A long time ago! 3. I wish to God I'd never been born To me way, hay, o-hio! To drag my carcass around Cape Horn. A long time ago!
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Away, Rio! 1. The anchor is weighed and the sails they are set, Away, Rio! The maids we are leaving we'll never forget, Chorus: For we're bound for the Rio Grande, And away, Rio! Aye, Rio! We're bound away this very day, For we're bound for the Rio Grande! 2. So it's pack up your donkey and get under way, Away, Rio! The girls we are leaving can take our half pay. Chorus: 3. We've a jolly good ship and a jolly good crew, Away, Rio! A jolly good mate and a good skipper, too. Chorus: 4. We'll sing as we heave to the maidens we leave, Away, Rio! And you who are listening, goodbye to you. Chorus: 5. Heave with a will and heave long and strong, Away, Rio! Sing the good chorus, for 'tis a good song. Chorus: 6. Heave only one pawl, then 'vast heavin', belay! Away, Rio! Heave steady, because we say farewell today. Chorus: 7. The chain's up and down, now the bosun did say, Away, Rio! Heave up to the hawsepipe, the anchor's aweigh. Chorus:
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Blow the Man Down I’m a deep water sailor who'll do you know wrong Chorus: Way.....hey....., blow the man down Buy me a drink and I'll sing you a song Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down. As I was a-rollin' down Paradise Street A Liverpool 'copper' I chanced for to meet. He sez: “I see you're a black-baller by the cut of your hair, And those long red-topped, sea-boots I see that you wear. You sails on some packet that flies the Black Ball And you've robbed some poor Dutchman of clothes, boots and all.” I said, “Mister Policeman, you do me great wrong, I'm a flying fish sailor just home from Hong Kong!” So, I knocked off his cap and I swung at his jaw, He said: “Look 'ere, young fella, you're breaking the law!” So they gave me six months down in old Walton Gaol, And for fighting policemen they won't give you bail. So come all you young sailors that follows the sea, Don't fight with policemen or you'll end up like me.
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Bonnie Ship the Diamond
Am Em The Diamond is a ship, my lads, Am Em For the Davis Straits she's bound Am Em And the Quay it is all garnished C G Am With bonnie lassies round Am Em Captain Thompson gives the order Am Em To sail the ocean wide Am Em Where the sun it never sets, my lads C G Em Nor darkness dims the sky. Chorus Am For it’s cheer up, my lads Let your hearts never fail, C Em For the bonnie ship The Diamond C Em Am Goes a-hunting for the whale!
2. Along the quay at Peterhead The lassies stand around Wi' their shawls all pulled about them And the salt tears runnin' down Oh don't you weep, my bonnie lass, Though you be left behind For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice Before we change our mind.
Chorus:
3. 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 trousers of the white And the jackets o’ the blue When we return to Peterhead, We'll hae sweethearts enou’. Chorus: 4. It will be bright both day and night When the Greenland lads come hame Our ship full up with 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!’ Chorus:
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Hanging Johnny 1. They call me hanging Johnny, Away, i-o! They say I hang for money! So hang, boys, hang! 2. First I hung my mother, Away, i-o! Then I hung my brother So hang, boys, hang! 3. Well, next I hanged me granny Away , i-o Well, I’d hang the Holy Family So hang, boys, hang! 4. I hang you all together, Away, i-o! We’ll hang for better weather So hang, boys, hang!
5. Well, I never hangs for money Away, i-o! It’s just that hanging’s so bloody funny So hang, boys, hang! 6. Oh, they calls me Hangin’ Johnny Away, i-o! Well, I never hanged nobody So hang, boys, hang!
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Haul Away, boys Oh! haul away for the windy weather, Haul away, boys, haul away Oh! haul away an pull together, boys, Haul away, boys, haul away Oh! Haul away and let’s get going, boys. Haul away, boys, haul away oh! haul away for the merchants money boys Haul away, boys, haul away Oh! Haul away like jolly young, sailorboys. Haul away, boys, haul away oh! haul away and roll her over boys Haul away, boys, haul away Oh! God made the bees and the bees made honey boys, Haul away, boys, haul away and God sent the food, but the devil sent the cooks boys Haul away, boys, haul away
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Haul Away, Joe Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together, Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe! When I was a little lad, My mother told me, Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together, That if I did not kiss the girls My lips would grow moldy Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe! So first I had a Spanish girl But she was fat and lazy, Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together, But now I've got an Irish girl And she nearly drives me crazy. Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe! Away, haul away, O, haul away together, Away, haul away, O, haul away, Joe! King Louis was the king of France Before the ri-vi-lution, Away, haul away, O, haul away together, Then he got his head cut off Which spiled his cons-ti-tution Away, haul away, O, haul away, Joe! Away, haul away, O, haul away together, Away, haul away, O, haul away, Joe!
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Haul on the Bowline 1. Haul on the bowline, for Kitty she’s me darling’, Chorus: Haul on the bowline, the bowline Haul! 2. Haul on the bowline, Kitty Lives in Liverpool Chorus: 3. Haul on the bowline, Liverpool’s a fine town Chorus: 4. Haul on the bowline, so earlye in the morning;. Chorus: 5. Haul on the bowline, before the day was dawning. Chorus: 6. Haul on the bowline, the fore main t’bowline.. Chorus: 7. Haul on the bowline, the fore t’gallant bowline.. Chorus: 8. Haul on the bowline, the cape Horn gale’s ahowling. Chorus: 9. Haul on the bowline, the cook he is a growlin’. Chorus: 10. Haul on the bowline, we’ll either break or bend it. Chorus
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Last Shanty M' father often told me, when I was just a lad, A sailor's life was very hard, the food was always bad, But now I've joined the navy, I'm on board a man-o-war, And now I find a sailor ain't a sailor any more! Chorus: Don't haul on the rope, don't climb up the mast, If you see a sailing-ship it might be your last, Get your 'civvies ready for another run-ashore, A sailor ain't a sailor, ain't a sailor any more! The 'killick' of our mess, he says we've had it soft, It wasn't like this in his day, when he was up aloft, We like our bunks and sleeping-bags but what's a hammock for? Swinging from the deckhead or lying on the floor? They gave us an engine that first went up and down, Then with more technology the engine went around, We're good with steam and diesel but what's a mainyard for? A stoker ain't a stoker with a shovel any more! They gave us an Aldiss Lamp, we can do it right, They gave us a radio, we signal day and night, We know our codes and ciphers but what's a 'sema' for? A 'bunting-tosser' doesn't toss the bunting any more! They gave us a radar set to pierce the fog and gloom, So now the lookout's sitting in a tiny darkened room, Loran does navigation the Sonar says how deep, The Jimmy's 3 sheets to the wind, the Skipper's fast asleep. Two cans of beer a day, that's your bleeding lot! But now we gets an extra two because they stopped The Tot, So, we'll put on our civvy-clothes and find a pub ashore, A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was befor
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Lifeboat Mona Chorus: Am G Am Remember December of fifty-nine G Em The howling wind and driving rain Am G C Remember the gallant men who drowned G Em E Am On the lifeboat, Mona was her name The wind did blow and the sea rose up Beat the land with mighty waves. At Saint Andrew's Bay the light ship fought The sea until her moorings gave. The captain signaled to the shore "We must have help or we'll go down" From Broughty Ferry at two a.m. They sent the lifeboat Mona out Remember December of fifty-nine The howling wind and driving rain Remember the gallant men who drowned On the lifeboat, Mona was her name Eight men formed that gallant crew They set their boat against the main. The wind's so hard and the sea's so rough We'll never see land or home again. Three hours went by and the Mona called The wind blows hard and the sea runs high In the morning on Carnusty Beach The Mona and her crew did lie Remember December of fifty-nine The howling wind and driving rain Remember the gallant men who drowned On the lifeboat, Mona was her name Five lay drowned in the Chabin there Two were washed up on the shore. Eight men died when the boat capsized And the eighth is lost for evermore
Remember December of fifty-nine The howling wind and the driving rain The men who leave the land behind And the men who never see land again Remember December of fifty-nine The howling wind and the driving rain The men who leave the land behind And the men who never see land again
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Now Cape Clear is in Sight Now Cape Clear it is in sight We'll be off Holyhead by tomorrow night, And we'll shape our course for the Rock Light, Oh Jenny get your oat cake done. Chorus: Whip jamboree, whip jamboree, Oh you long-tailed black man, poke it up behind me, Whip jamboree, whip jamboree, Oh Jenny get your oat cake done. Now my boys we're off Holyhead; No more salt beef, no more salt bread. One man in the chains for to heave the lead, Oh Jenny get your oat cake done. Now my lads we're all in dock We'll be off to Dan Lowrie's on the spot; And now we'll have a good roundabout, Oh Jenny get your oat cake done.
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Paddy Doyle To my, Aye, And we'll furl, Aye, And pay Paddy Doyle For his boots. 2. We'll sing, Aye, And we'll heave, Aye, And we'll hang Paddy Doyle For his boots. 3. We'll heave, Aye, With a swing, Aye, And we'll all drink Brandy and gin.
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Paddy Get Back I was broke and out of a job in the city of London, I went down to Shadwell Docks to get a ship. Chorus: Paddy get back, take in the slack! Heave away the capstan, heave a pawl! heave a pawl! 'Bout ship and stations and be handy, Rise tacks and sheets and mains'l haul! 2. There was a Yankee ship a-laying in the basin, And they told me she was going to New York. Chorus: 3. If I ever lay my hands on that shipping master, I'll murder him if it's the last thing I do. Chorus: 4. When the pilot left the ship 'way down the Channel, O, the captain told us we were going around Cape Horn. Chorus:
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Shenandoah C G7 F C Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter F G7 C Way-aye, my rolling river C7 F Em Am I'll take her 'cross yon rolling water C Em Ah,hah! We're bound a-way F G7 C 'cross the wide Missouri! Oh, Shenandoah, I love your Nancy Oh, Shenandoah, she took me fancy. Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you, ‘Cross the wide and rolling river. Oh, Shenandoah, I’ll never forget you Way-aye, my rolling river Till the day I die, I’ll love you ever Ah,hah! We're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri!
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Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu to you, gay Spanish ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain; For we've received orders for to sail to old England; But we hope in a short time to see you again. Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues. 3. Then we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, my boys, We hove our ship to our soundings for to see; So we rounded an sounded, and got forty-five fathom, We squared our mainyard , up channel steered we. Chorus 4. Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Then, Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight; We passed by Beechy, by Fairleigh and Dungeness, And hove our ship to, off South Foreland Light. Chorus 5. Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, All in the Downs, that night for to meet; Then stand by your stoppers, let go your shank-painters, Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets. Chorus 6. Now let every man drink off his full bumper, Let every man toss off his full bowls; We'll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy, So here's a good health to all true-hearted souls!
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Time to Leave Her Oh, the work was hard and the wages low, Leave her, Johnny, leave her! We'll pack our bags and go below, It's time for us to leave her! 2. The work was hard, the voyage was long, Leave her, Johnny, leave her! The seas were high, the gales were strong. It's time for us to leave her! 3. The food was bad and the ship was slow, Leave her, Johnny, leave her! But now ashore again we'll go. It's time for us to leave her! 4. It was growl you may but go you must, Leave her, Johnny, leave her! It mattered not whether you're last or first. It's time for us to leave her! 5. I thought I heard the old man say, Leave her, Johnny, leave her! "Just one more pull and then belay." It's time for us to leave her! 6. The sails are furled, our work is done, Leave her, Johnny, leave her! And now on shore we'll have our fun. It's time for me to leave her!
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Whiskey for my Johnny (Englisch + Deutsch)
Englisch
O, whiskey is the life of man,
Whiskey, Johnny!
I drink whiskey when I can
Whiskey for my Johnny!
2. Whiskey from an old tin can,
Whiskey, Johnny!
I'll drink whiskey when I can.
Whiskey for my Johnny!
3. I drink it hot, I drink it cold,
Whiskey, Johnny!
I drink it new, I drink it old.
Whiskey for my Johnny!
4. Whiskey makes me feel so sad,
Whiskey, Johnny!
Whiskey killed my poor old dad.
Whiskey for my Johnny!
5. I thought I heard the old man say,
Whiskey, Johnny!
I'll treat my crew in a decent way.
Whiskey for my Johnny!
6. A glass of grog for every man,
Whiskey, Johnny!
And a bottle full for the chanteyman.
Whiskey for my Johnny!
Deutsch
Der Whisky ist des Seemanns Trost,
Whisky Johnny!
Am liebsten ruf ich Skal und Prost,
Whisky for my Johnny!
2. Blutrot ist unser Backbordlicht,
Whisky Johnny!
Und blau des Schiffers Schnapsgesicht.
Whisky for my Johnny!
3. Der Whisky liegt bis unters Deck,
Whisky Johnny!
Wie leicht spring da ein Faß mal leck!
Whisky for my Johnny!
4. Ich hab das letzte Hemd versetzt
Whisky Johnny!
Und rot scheint meine Nase jetzt.
Whisky for my Johnny!
5. Vom Whisky lebt ein jedermann,
Whisky Johnny!
Drum brecht 'ne neue Flasche an!
Whisky for my Johnny!
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Yeo, Heave Ho! Yeo, heave ho! Round the capstan go! Heave, men, with a will! Tramp, and tramp it still! The anchor must be weighed The anchor must be weighed Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho! Cheerily we go Heave, men, with a will! Tramp, and tramp it still! The anchor grips the ground The anchor grips the ground Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho! Raise her form below Heave, men, with a will! Tramp, and tramp it still! The anchor’s off the ground And we are outward bound Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho! Round the capstan go! Heave, men, with a will! Tramp, and tramp it still! The anchor now is weighed The anchor now is weighed Yeo, heave ho! Yeo, heave ho!
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Yo Ho (A Pirate’s Life for Me) C F C G7 C Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. Am E7 We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot, Am E7 Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Dm G7 C Am We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, D7 G7 Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char, inflame and ignite, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We're rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
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Mingulay Boat Song Chorus: C Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys G7 F Swing her head round and all together C Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys G7 C Sailing homeward to Mingulay C G7 C What care we though white the minch is G7 F What care we for wind or weather C G7 C Swing her head round, every inch is G7 C Sailing homeward to Mingulay Chorus: Wives are waiting by the quayside They've been waiting since break of day-o Swing her head round, every inch is Sailing homeward to Mingulay Chorus: When the wind is wild with shouting And the waves mount ever higher Anxious eyes turn ever seaward To see us home, boys, to Mingulay Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys Swing her head round and all together Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay
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Little Sally Racket Little Nancy Dawson Haul her away! She's got red flannel draws on Haul her away! So says the old bosun Haul her away! With a hauley high-o! Haul her away! Little Sally Racket She tore her new jacket And she never did regret it With a hauley high-o! Little Betty Baker She ran off with a Quaker Guess her mum could shake her With a hauley high-o! Well, and little Nancy Dawson Well she got a notion For a poor old bosun And a hauley high-o! Little Suzie Skinner She said she's a beginner She prefers it to her dinner With a hauley high-o! Little Kitty Carson She ran off with a parson And she's got a little barson With a hauley high-o! Little Dolly Ducket She washes in a bucket She's a tart but doesn't look it With a hauley high-o! Well me fightin' cocks now All and split her blocks now And we'll stretch her luff, boys And that'll be enough, boys
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Roller Bowler As I roved out one mornin', A-way, you roller bowler! As I roved out one mornin' I met a dou-dou fair; Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all! A-way, you roller bowler! Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all! The first time that I met her, A-way, you roller bowler! The first time that I met her, That saucy gal of mine Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all! A-way, …. She winked an' flipped her flipper, A-way, you roller bowler! She winked an' flipped her flipper, She thought I was a Mate Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all! A-way, …… But when she found that I was skint, A-way, you roller bowler! Well, when she found that I was skint, She left me standing there Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all! A-way, ……. The last time that I saw her, A-way, you roller bowler! The last time that I saw her, Was down the waterside Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all! A-way, …….
Oh, you ladies short an' ladies tall, A-way, you roller bowler! Oh, you ladies short an' ladies tall, I love you one and all Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all!
A-way, you roller bowler! Timme, hey-rig-a-jig a-jig a ha-ha, Good morning, ladies all!
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Haul on the Bowline Haul on the bo'lin, The fore and maintop bo'lin, Refrain: Haul on the bo'lin, The bo'lin' haul! 2. Haul on the bo'lin, The packet is a-rollin', Refrain: 3. Haul on the bo'lin, The skipper he's a-growlin', Refrain: 4. Haul on the bo'lin, To London we are goin', Refrain: 5. Haul on the bo'lin, The good ship is a-bowlin', Refrain: 6. Haul on the bo'lin, The main-topgallant bo'lin', Refrain: 7. Haul on the bo'lin, The bo'lin' haul! Refrain: 8. Haul on the bo'lin, Kitty is me darling. Refrain: 9. Haul on the bo'lin, Kitty lives in Liverpool, Refrain:
10. Haul on the bo'lin, Kitty's on the game again, Refrain: 11. Haul on the bo'lin, The old man is a howling, Refrain:
12. Haul on the bo'lin, The bloody ship's a rolling, Refrain:
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Johnny I hardly knew ye Em C G While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hur-roo, hur-roo Em C G Bm While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hur-roo, hur-roo Em D While goin' the road to sweet Athy C B9 A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye Em D C B9 A doleful damsel I heard cry, Em Johnny I hardly knew ye. Em G With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hur-roo, hur-roo Em G Bm With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hur-roo, hur-roo Em D With your drums and guns and guns and drums C B9 The enemy nearly slew ye Em D C B9 Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Em Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ye scadaddle from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run When you went to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home All from the island of Sulloon So low in the flesh, so high in the bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to be put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again But they'll never will take my sons again No they'll never will take my sons again Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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Johnny come down to Hilo We're running away around the Cape, Some for debt and some for rape. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Chorus: Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, Wake that gal with the blue dress on. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. I once had a gal, her hair was red, 'Twas curly all over except on her head. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, Wake that gal with the blue dress on. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Her eyes was blue, her dress the same, But she always fell asleep before I came. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, Wake that gal with the blue dress on. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. I tied my gal in a gunny sack, She'll be true to me 'til I get back. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, Wake that gal with the blue dress on. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. She's a Downeast gal with a Downeast style, For a dollar a time it's all worthwhile. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, Wake that gal with the blue dress on. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Them Hilo gals all dress so fine, They ain't got Jesus on their mind. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man. Oh, wake 'er, oh, shake 'er, Wake that gal with the blue dress on. Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man.
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Sally Brown G Oh Sally Brown she's a creole lady, G D Em7 D G Way, hay, roll an' go. D Em7 G Sally Brown's a gay old lady, G D G Spend my money on Sally Brown. Sally Brown she has a daughter, Way, hay, roll an' go. Sent me sailin' 'cross the water. Spend my money on Sally Brown. Oh seven long years I courted Sally, Way, hay, roll an' go. Then she said she would not marry. Spend my money on Sally Brown. She wouldn't have no tarry sailor, Way, hay, roll an' go. Wouldn't have no greasy whaler. Spend my money on Sally Brown. Sally Brown I'm bound to leave you, Way, hay, roll an' go. Sally Brown I'll not deceive you. Spend my money on Sally Brown. Sally Brown she took a notion, Way, hay, roll an' go. Sent me sailin' 'cross the ocean. No more money on Sally Brown. "
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Rolling Down The River Chorus: Rolling up. Rolling down. We'll all get drunk in Tilbury town Twenty four hours to turn around. And go rolling down the river.
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. When first I saw a TEU. Rolling up, rolling down I wondered where they stowed the crew To go rolling down the river. Chorus: Well cargo comes in TEUs. Rolling up, rolling down A 20 foot box, boys, filled with booze. To go rolling down the river. There's a Tilbury girl called Kettle Jane. Rolling up, rolling down First on the boil then off again. And go rolling down the river. Chorus: She's got a mate called Teapot Anne. Rolling up, rolling down She gets well brewed. She likes a man To go rolling down the river. Tilbury girls go round in pairs, Rolling up, rolling down You won't catch them unawares. To go rolling down the river. Chorus: Down on the dock-gates where the work is done, Rolling up, rolling down You can pick 'em up, one by one. To go rolling down the river. Well, we're the boys to see her through. Rolling up, rolling down So to hell the Channel and the TEU. Let's roll on down the river. (Chorus)
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What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor
Em What shall we do with a drunken sailor, D What shall we do with a drunken sailor, Em What shall we do with a drunken sailor, Em D Em Earl-aye in the morning? Refrain: Em Way hay and up she rises, D Way hay and up she rises, Em Way hay and up she rises, Em D Em Earl-aye in the morning 1. Put him in the long boat till he's sober.
2. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
3. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
4. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter.
5. Take him and shake him and try to awake him.
6. Have you seen the captain's daughter?
7. Put him in the bilge and make him drink it.
8. Truss him up with a runnin' bowline.
9. Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
10. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
11. Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down.
12. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under.
13. Soak 'im in oil 'til he sprouts a flipper.
14. Put him in the guard room 'til he's sober.
15. That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor.
16. Keel haul 'im 'til he's sober.
17. Put him in a hole with a angry weasel.
18. Scratch his back with a cat o' nine tails.
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Yohoho and a Bottle of Rum Em Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Em C9 B9 Em Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Em Drink and the devil had done for the rest Em C9 B9 Em Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Em D C B9 The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike Em D C B9 The bosun brained with a marlinspike Em G A7sus4 B9 And cookey's throat was marked belike Em G A7sus4 B9 It had been gripped by fingers ten; Em D C B9 And there they lay, all good dead men Em xxxxx D Em Like break o'day in a boozing ken Em C9 B9 Em Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 2. Fifteen men of the whole ship's list Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! The skipper lay with his nob in gore Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore And the scullion he was stabbed times four And there they lay, and the soggy skies Dripped down in up-staring eyes In murk sunset and foul sunrise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. 3. Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Ten of the crew had the murder mark! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead Or a yawing hole in a battered head And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes Looking up at paradise All souls bound just contrawise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
4. Fifteen men of 'em good and true - o ho ho and a bottle of rum! Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! There was chest on chest of Spanish gold With a ton of plate in the middle hold And the cabins riot of stuff untold, And they lay there that took the plum With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum! 5. More was seen through a sternlight screen... Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Chartings undoubt where a woman had been Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. 'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid That dared the knife and took the blade By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. 6. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight And we heaved 'em over and out of sight, With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
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Santiano (Französisch) Em G Em D C'est un fameux trois-mâts fin comme un oiseau.
Em D Hisse et ho, Santiano !
Am D Bm Dix huit nœuds, quatre cent tonneaux :
Em D Em Je suis fier d'y être matelot.
Refrain : Em G Em D Tiens bon la vague tiens bon le vent.
Em D Hisse et ho, Santiano !
Am D Bm Si Dieu veut toujours droit devant,
Em D Em Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco.
Je pars pour de longs mois en laissant Margot. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! D'y penser j'avais le cœur gros En doublant les feux de Saint-Malo. Refrain On prétend que là-bas l'argent coule à flots. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! On trouve l'or au fond des ruisseaux. J'en ramènerai plusieurs lingots. Refrain Un jour, je reviendrai chargé de cadeaux. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! Au pays, j'irai voir Margot. A son doigt, je passerai l'anneau. Tiens bon la vague tiens bon le vent. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! Sur la mer qui fait le gros dos, Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisc
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Santianna (Englisch)
Em G Em D O! Santianna fought for fame! Em D Away Santianna! Am D Bm And Santianna gained a name Em D Em All on the plains of Mexico!
Mexico, oh Mexico, Away Santianno! Mexico is a place I know! All on the plains of Mexico! O! Santianna had a wooden leg Heave away, Santianna! He used it for a cribbage peg All on the plains of Mexico! Chorus: Heave her up, and away we'll go Heave away, Santianna! Heave her up, and away we'll go All on the plains of Mexico O! Santianna fought for his gold Heave away, Santianna! The deeds he did have oft been told All on the plains of Mexico Chorus O! Santianna gain'd the day, Heave away, Santianna! He gain'd the day at Molly-Del-Rey*. All on the plains of Mexico Chorus
He won the day at Molly-Del-Rey, Heave away, Santianna! And General Taylor he ran away.All on the plains of Mexico Chorus O! Santianna fought for his life, Heave away, Santianna! He gained his way in the terrible strife. All on the plains of Mexico Chorus O! Santianna's men were brave, Heave away, Santianna! Many found a hero's grave. All on the plains of Mexico! Chorus O! Santianna's day is o'er, Heave away, Santianna! Santianna will fight no more. All on the plains of Mexico! Chorus O! Santianna's day is gorn, Heave away, Santianna! We left him buried off Cape Horn. All on the plains of Mexico! Chorus We dug his grave with a golden spade, Heave away, Santianna! And marked the spot where he was laid. All on the plains of Mexico
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Round the Corner, Sally G D We're leaving sunny Mexico G D G Round The Corner, Sally! G D G All around Cape Horn we'll go. G D G Round The Corner, Sally!
Chorus: G D G D G G/B G/A G Round The Corner is a long, long way, to Valipo and Callao Bay, G D G D C G G/B G/A G Round The Corner we must roam, we don't care if we never go home.
Say, was you ever off Cape Horn, Where your ass is never warm.
(Chorus) There's ice and snow and sleet and rain, You'll meet them coming back again.
(Chorus) Oh, when we reach those Western seas, We'll drop right in to Madam G'shee's.
(Chorus) Them Spanish gals will make you smile, You'll want to stay for a long, long while.
(Chorus) Up aloft this yard must go Mr. Mate has told us so.
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De Noorsche Vullrigger (Plattdeutsch)
(Melodie: Der Hamborger Veermaster) C F G7 C Hebbt ji den noorschen Vullrigger sehn? C G7 |: To my hooda! :| C F G7 C De Masten so scheef as den Schipper sien Been! G G7 C To my hoo da hoo da ho! Refrain: C F C |: Blow boys blow for Californio, F There is plenty of Gold C Am So I've been told C Em G7 C On the banks of Sacra-men-to. :|
2. Hee wör befracht' von Liverpool is Un haar 'ne Lodung Steenkohln in' Bütz.
3. As hee keem in de Bay von Biskay, Dor güng de Hälft' von de Lodung in See.
4. Un wenn hee güng mol öwer Stag, Bleeben dree Mann op jeede Wach.
5. Un as hee keem no Staaten Island, Dor weer dat so diesig un dick as 'ne Wand.
6. Un gegen Middag, dor klar dat op, Dor seilt se mit veerkanten Roos op'n Rock.
7. Dor fleit de Ohl: all hands foot an! Steward, för die letzte Reis: "besohnschoot an!"*
*Das Signal zur Schnapsverteilung
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Magelhan (Rolling Home) (Plattdeutsch)
A Von Hamborg fohr so'n ohlen Kassen, D Mit Namen heet he Magelhan, A Dor weer bi Dog keen Tied tom Brassen, E7 A Dat leet se all bit Obends stohn: Refrain: A Rolling home, rolling home, D A Rolling home across the sea, D A Rolling home to di, old Hamborg, E7 A Rolling home, mien Deern, to di.
2. Bi Dag dor kunn dat weihn un blasen, Dor wör noch lang keen Hand anleggt, Doch sleg de Klock man erst veer Glasen, Denn wör de ganze Plünkrom streckt: Refrain:
3. Dat weer so recht den Ohln sien Freeten, Dat gung em öber Danz un Ball, Harr Janmaat graad de Piep ansteken, Denn rööp de Ohl: Pull Grootmarsfall: Refrain:
4. Dat kunn den Kerl verdeubelt ropen, Dat weer em just so no den Strich, Man schraal de Wind denn noch sechs Streeken, Wat weer de Kerl denn gnatterich. Refrain:
5. Jedoch so recht bi Licht bekeeken, Dor weer uns Ohl noch lang nicht slecht, Harr Smutje mol een Swin afsteken, Trangscheer he sülben dat torecht.
Refrain: 6. De Lüüd de kreeg'n so recht dat Lopen, Se freiten sik, ik weet nich wie, Se kregen von dat Swien de Poten, Un gele Arfensupp' dorbi. Refrain:
7. O Magelhan, du ohlen Kassen, Dit Leed sall die en Denkmal sien. Bi Snee und Reg'n wascht Janmaat Masten, Un achtern suupt se unsen Kööm. Refrain:
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Poor Old Horse Shanty
A poor old man come riding by, And we say so, and we hope so. A poor old man come riding by, Oh, poor old horse. Says I, "Old man, your horse will die," Says I, "Old man, your horse will die." And if he dies we'll tan his skin, And if he don't we'll ride him again. For one long month I rode him hard, For one long month we all rode him hard. But now your month is up, old Turk, Get up, you swine, and look for work. Get up you swine and look for graft, While we lays on and drags ye aft. He's as dead as a nail in the lamp-room door, And he won't come worrying us no more. We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails, And the iron of his shoe to make deck nails. We'll hoist him up to the fore yard-arm, Where he won't do sailors any harm.
We'll drop him down with a long, long roll, Where the sharks will have his body and the devil take his soul.
Die Seeleute erhielten früher bei der Anmusterung eine Monatsheuer im voraus, welche zu Anschaffungen dienen sollte, meistens aber sofort verjubelt wurde. Das Gefühl, im ersten Monat umsonst zu arbeiten, nannte man "working out the dead horse". Am letzten Abend des Monats wurde dann aus altem Segeltuch und Tauwerk ein Pferd angefertigt. Kurz vor acht Glasen wurde dieses Gebilde dann an Deck geschleift, wobei dieses Lied gesungen wurde. Das Pferd wurde dann an der Lee- Rahnock aufgeheißt, der Stropp durchgeschnitten, sodass es unter fröhlichen Zurufen und großem Hallo der Mannschaft ins Meer fiel.
