5 May 2010 0 Comments

Talcahuano Girls (Whaler version of Spanish Ladies)

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true-born young whalermen
We’ll rant and we’ll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sinkers
And straight up the channel to Huasco we’ll go

I was in Talcahuano last year in a whaler
I bought some gold brooches for the girls in the Bay
I bought me a pipe and they called it a meerscum
And it melted like butter on a hot shiny day

I went to a dance one night in old Tumbez
There was plenty of girls there as fine as you’d wish
There was one pretty maiden a-chewing tobacco
Just like a young kitten a-chewing fresh fish

Here’s a health to the girls of old Talcahuano
A health to the maidens of far-off Maui
And let you be merry, don’t be melancholy
I can’t marry youse all, or in chokey I’d be

Oh I’ve been a sea-cook, and I’ve been a clipperman
I can sing, I can dance, I can walk the jib-boom
I can handle a harpoon and cut a fine figure
Whenever I get in a boat’s standing room

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