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21 April 2012 0 Comments

All Bound to Go

There’s some is bound for New York town And others is bound for France, Heave away me Johnnies, heave, heave away;   And there’s some is bound for the Bengal Bight To teach the whales to dance, And away me bully boys we’re all bound to go.   An advance pay in our pockets boys […]

18 March 2012 0 Comments

The Banks of Newfoundland

You bully boys of Liverpool And I’ll have you to beware, When you sail on them packet ships, no dungaree jackets wear; But have a big monkey jacket all ready to your hand, For there blows some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland. [Chorus] We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her with holy stone […]

3 March 2012 0 Comments

Brinnisi di marinara (Lampa)

Sung to the tune of Reubin Ranzo (or Reubin Ranzo is sung to this tune, depending on your perspective). Sciucamini sta lampa Lampabo Lampa Di cca nun si nni jemu Lampabo Lampa   Si sta lampa ni l’asciucamu E nui rosoliu vulemu   La misculanza ci l’ammu a fari E nui cca semu   Ciuccamuni […]

27 July 2011 1 Comment

(Bound for the) Rio Grande

Oh, say, wuz ye ever down Rio Grande? [Refrain]‘Way for Rio! It’s there that the river flows down golden sands! [Refrain] An’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande, [Chorus] Then away, bullies, away! Away for Rio! Sing fare-ye-well, me Liverpool gels, An’ we’re bound for the Rio Grande! So heave up the anchor, let’s get […]

10 September 2010 0 Comments

Bell Bottom Trousers (Sea Porn: Lyric Warning)

Sample can be heard here: Once there was a waitress at the Prince George Hotel, Her mistress was a lady, and her master was a swell. They knew she was a simple girl just lately from the farm, And so they watched her carefully to keep her from all harm. [Chorus] Bell-bottom trousers, coat’s […]

10 September 2010 0 Comments

(Banks of the) Sacramento : Sea Porn Version (lyric warning)

Sample can be heard here: As I was walking down the strand, Hoo dah, hoo dah. I spied two bitches hand in hand. Oh, hoo dah day. Chorus: Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o. There’s plenty of grass to wipe your ass On the banks of the Sacramento. I chose the one with the curly […]

5 May 2010 0 Comments

Blackbird Get Up

Oh the black bird get up ay-ah She break she tail ay-ah and the white bird get up ay-ah she do the same ay-ah oh me Donna ay-ah Emalina Girl ay-ah oh me Donna ay-ah Girl come go with me Well the white bird stand up she shake she tail and the black bird get […]

5 May 2010 0 Comments

Banks of the Sacremento

O, around Cape Horn we are bound to go To me Hoo-dah, to me hoo-dah Around Cape Horn through the sleet and snow To me hoo-dah, hoo-dah, day Blow boys blow, For Califor-I-O There’s planty of gold so I’ve been told On the banks of the Sacramento. Oh around the Horn with a mainskys’l set, […]

4 May 2010 0 Comments

Barrett’s Privateers

Written by Stan Rogers (c) 1976 Oh the year was seventeen seventy eight How I wish I were in Sherbrooke now A letter of marque came from the King To the scummiest vessel I’ve ever seen God damn them all I was told We’d cruise the seas for American gold We’d fire no guns shed […]

4 May 2010 0 Comments

Blood Red Roses

Our boots and clothes are all in pawn Go down you blood red roses go down And it’s mighty draughty round Cape Horn Go down you blood red roses go down   Oh you pinks and posies Go down you blood red roses go down You’ve had your advance to sea you must go A-chasing […]