18 April 2020 0 Comments

Muddy Water

It’s muddy water every dayNo rum we’ll ever seeI scarecely think we will get a little drinkUntil we get to Wallasea, me boysGet to Wallasea When I was a younger ladAs handsome as could beI said goodbye to me ma and me paAnd away I went to sea, me boysAway I went to sea The […]

26 April 2018 0 Comments

Frankie’s Trade

Old Horn to All Atlantic said: (A-hay O! To me O!) “Now where did Frankie learn his trade? For he ran me down with a three-reef mains’le.” (All round the Horn!) Atlantic answered: “Not from me! (A-hay O! To me O!) You’d better ask the cold North Sea, For he ran me down under all […]

26 December 2011 0 Comments

Old Moke Picking on a Banjo

He-bang, she-bang, daddy shot a bear Shot it in the stern/arse, me boys, and never turned a hair [Refrain] We’re all from the railroad, too-rer-loo Oh, the old moke pickin’ on the banjo. [Chorus]: Hooraw! What the hell’s the row? We’re all from the railroad, too-rer-loo We’re all from the railroad, too-rer-loo Oh, the old […]

13 March 2010 0 Comments

Blow The Man Down

Come all ye young fellows that follows the sea To me, way hey, blow the man down Now please pay attention and listen to me Give me some time to blow the man down I’m a deep water sailor just come from Hong Kong You give me some whiskey, I’ll sing you a song When […]

13 March 2010 0 Comments

Black Ball Line

In the Black Ball line I served my time To me way-aye-aye, hurray-ah And that’s the line where you can shine Hurrah for the Black Ball Line The Black Ball Ships are good and true They are the ships for me and you For once there was a Black Ball Ship That fourteen knots an […]

13 March 2010 0 Comments

Paddy Doyle’s Boots

To me Way-ay-ay yah! We’ll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots! To me Way-ay-ay yah! We’ll all drink brandy and gin! To me Way-ay-ay yah! We’ll all shave under the chin! We’ll all throw shit  at the cook! The dirty ol’ man’s on the poop! We’ll bouse ‘er up and be done! We’ll pay Paddy […]

13 March 2010 0 Comments

Quare Bungle Rye

Now Jack was a sailor who roamed on the town
And she was a damsel who walked up and down
Said the damsel to Jack as she passed him by
Would ye like for to purchase some quare bungle rye raddy rye
Fol de diddle rye raddy rye raddy rye.

13 March 2010 3 Comments

Breaking Shanty News

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