Whiskey O (Rise’r Up/Whiskey Johnny)
Whiskey was the life of man
Always was since time began
Whiskey o Johnny o
John Rise me up from down below
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey o
Up aloft this yard must go
John rise’r up from down below
Hoist her up from the world below
For that is where the cocks do crow
I’m the ghost of Bertie Binns
Sent down to hell for my terrible sins
I’m just up from a southern shore
For that is where the fires do roar
Set that sail before half past four
That is what the mate do roar
Up aloft from down below
Mr mate has told us so
Trice her up way in the sky
Trice her up and let him dry
Now this bleeding sail is set
Back to my hole I’ll have to get
One more haul the crew do roar
Then get back to your southern shore