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
It’s bound to take us far,
We’ll cruise along old Lime Street,
And straight to the American Bar.
In two days time we’ll put to sea
Down the Mersey we will slip;
And the flash gals will be waiting
When we gets home next trip.
Yhe pilot he is a-waiting
The turning of the tide,
And soon we will be sailing
With a good and a westerly wynd.
And when we gits back home agin
Our pockets lined once more,
We’ll spend it all wiv them flash gels
Then goo to sea one more.
So merrily let yer voices ring
Me bullies heave and bust,
Ain’t no use caterwallin’,
Growl ye may but go ye must.
