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OH FOR ME GROG

chorus: Oh for me grog my jolly jolly grog
Oh for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all my tin in a shanty drinking gin
Now across the Western Plain I must wander.
Chorus

I'm stiff stoney broke and I've parted with me moke
And the sky is looking black as flaming thunder
And the shanty boss is too for I haven't got a sou
That's the way your're treated when your're down and under.
Chorus

Well I'm crook in the head for I haven't been to bed
Since first I touched this shanty with my plunder
I see centipedes and snakes, and I'm full of pains and aches
So I'd better make a push out over yonder.
Chorus

I'll take that Old Man Plain and I'll cross it once again
Until me eyes the track no longer see boys
And my beer and whisky brain looks for sleep but all in vain
And I feel as if I had the Darling Pea boys.
Chorus

So hang that blasted grog, that hocussed shanty grog
And the beer that's loaded with tobacco
Grafting humour I am in and I'll stick the peg right in
And I'll settle down once more for some hard yakka.
 

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Barrett's Privateers
 
Oh the year was seventeen seventy eight
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 no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers.

Oh Elcid Barrett cried the town,
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who
Would make for him the Antelope's crew,

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight.
She'd a list to port and her sails in rags,
And a cook in the scuppers with staggers and jags.

On the King's birthday we put to sea.
We were ninety-one days to Montego bay,
Pumping like madmen all the way.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again.
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight


The Yankee lay low down with gold.
She was broad and fat and loose in stays,
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

Then at length we stood two cables away.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in.

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
And the maintruck carried off both me legs.

So here I lay in my twenty-third year.
It's been six years since we sailed away,
And I just made Halifax yesterday.

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BEER, BEER, BEER
 
Beer, beer, beer,
Tiddley beer, beer, beer 

A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praise we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

Beer, beer, beer,
Tiddley beer, beer, beer.

The Furey's bar, the Clancy's pub, the hole in the wall as well
Of one thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell
So come on all me lucky lads, at eleven o'clock ye stop
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops
One, two, three, four, five.

He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praise we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

A barrel of malt a bushel of hops,
You stir it around with a stick
The type of lubrication to make your engine tick
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks
It's only eight pence halpenny a print and one six in tax.

He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praise we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.
 

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BLOW THE MAN DOWN (4)
As I was a-walking down Paradise street
To me way, aye, blow the man down
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet
Give me some time to blow the man down
She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow
So I took in all sail & cried "Way enough now!"
I hailed her in English, she answered me clear
"I'm from the Black Arrow, bound to the Shakespeare"
She says to me "Will you stand treat?"
"Delighted" says I "for a charmer so sweet"
So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow
And yardarm to yardarm, away we did go
I bought her a two shilling dinner in town
And trinkets and laces and bonnet and gown
We walked and we talked and her name it was Gwen
I kissed her a couple and kissed her again
I says "Will you marry a seafaring man?"
She says "I'll ask Mother to see if I can."
Along comes a sailor, they call him Half Ton
He says to her "Mother" she murmers "My son"
She says to him "Son, here is your new dadee"
But I says "I'm bound for the rolling sea"

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Drunken Sailor
 
Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises (patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes)
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning

What shall we do with a drunken sailor (3x)
Earl-eye in the morning!

Put him in a long-boat till he's sober (3x)
Earl-eye in the morning!

Chorus

...Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er...
...Trice him up in a runnin' bowline...
...Tie him to the tasffrail when she's yard-arm under...
...Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him...
...Take 'im and shake 'im and try an' wake 'im...
...Give 'im a dose of salt and water...
...Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end...
...Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster...
...Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts a flipper...
...Shave his belly with a rusty razor...
...Put him in the guard room till he gets sober...

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DRINK OLD ENGLAND DRY
 
Now come, me brave boys, as I've told you before
Come drink, me brave boys, and we'll boldly call for more
For the French they've invited us and they say that they will try
Will try
They say that they will come and drink old England dry

Aye, dry, aye dry, me boys, aye, dry
They say they will come over and drink Old England dry.

Supposin' we should meet with the Germans by the way
Ten thousand to one we will show them British play
With our swords and our cutlasses, we'll fight until we die
We die
Before that they shall come and drink old England dry

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EARLY IN TH' MORNING
 
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?

Put him in th' long boat and make him bale her.
Put him in th' long boat and make him bale her.
Put him in th' long boat and make him bale her.
Early in the morning.

Way-a hay-a, up she rises.
Way-a hay-a, up she rises.
Way-a hay-a, up sher rises.
Early in the morning.

Throw him in th' bilge and make him drink it. . .

Put him in his cabin and stop his liquour. . .

Shave his belly with a rusty razor. . .

Trice him up in a runnin' bowline. . .

Take him and shake him and try and wake him. . .

Give him a taste o' the bosun's rope end. . .

Tie him to the taff-rail when she's yard-arm under. . .

Put em to bed with the Captain's daughter* . . .

Stick him in the crow's nest till he's sober. . .

Hand him from the yard arm till he's sober. . .

Put him in the brig until he sobers. . .

Put him in scuppers with a hausepipe on him. . .

Put on his back a mustard plaster. . .

Put him in the long boat until he's sober. . .

Make him captain of an Exxon Tanker. . .
 

* One possible explanation of this is that the Captain's daughter was actually 
a cat o' nine tails. A sailor would be beaten with the cat o' nine tails, rinsed
down with salt water, then put to bed in agony. The ‘cat' was kept in the 
Captain's cabin and called “the Captain's daughter”. Hence, “Put him to bed 
with the Captain's daughter". Another proposed explantion is that the Captain's daughter is the largest gun on the ship. Sometimes replaced with "give him a lick with the Captain's Daughter.."
 

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Johnny Jump-Up
 
Well, I'll tell you a story that happened to me
one day as I went out to Yaw by the sea.
The day it was hot, the sun it was warm,
says I, "A quick pint wouldn't do any harm."
I went in and ordered a bottle of stout.
Says the barman, "I'm sorry the beer's all sold out.
Try whiskey, young Paddy, ten years in the wood."
Says I, "I'll have cider; I've heard that it's good."

Chorus:
But I'll never, no never, no never again
if I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten.
Well I fell to the ground and I could not get up
after drinking a quart of the Johnny-Jump-Up.


After law in the third, I came out by the yard
where I walked into Brofie, the big civic guard;
"Come 'ere to me boy. Don't you know I'm the law?"
I opened me fist and I shattered his jaw.
Well he fell to the ground with his knees doubled up;
'twas not I that what hit him, but the Johnny Jump-Up.

Chorus

The next thing that I met down by Yaw by the Sea
was a cripple on crutches, and he said to me,
"I'm afraid for me life. I'll be hit by a car.
Won't you help me across to the railwayman's bar?"
But after drinkin' a quart of the cider so sweet,
he threw down his crutches and danced on his feet.

Chorus

Well I went down the lee road a friend for to see;
they call it the Madhouse in Cork by the Sea.
But when I got there, sure the truth I will tell,
they had the poor bugger locked up in his cell.
So's the guard tested him, "Say these word if you can:
'Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran.'"
"Tell 'em I'm not crazy, tell 'em I'm not mad.
'Twas only the sip off the bottle I had."

Chorus

A man died in the Union by the name of McNabb.
They washed him and they laid him out on a slab.
And after O'Connor his measurements did take,
his wife took him home for a bloody fine wake.
Well, about twelve o'clock and the beer it was high,
the corpse sits up and says he with a sigh,
"I can't get to heaven, they won't let me up,
'till I bring them a quart of the Johnny Jump-Up."

Chorus (2x)

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Ramblin' Rover
 
Chorus:
Oh, there're sober men and plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
There are men of over ninety
That have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me a ramblin' rover,
Frae Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over
And together we'll face the world.

There's many that feign enjoyment
From merciless employment,
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school.
And they save and scrape and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.

Chorus

I've roamed through all the nations
In delight of all creations,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
Where the company, it was kind.
And when barkin' was no pleasure,
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that were treasure
For they always around were mine.

Chorus

If you're bent wi' arthiritis,
Your bowels have got Colitis,
You're gallopin' with balacitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man o' action,
Though you're lying there in traction,
You will get some satisfaction
Thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."

Chorus

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ROLL THE OLD CHARIOT ALONG
 
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all fall in behind.

We'd be all right if the wind would fill the sails
We'd be all right if the wind would fill the sails
We'd be all right if the wind would fill the sails
And we'll all fall in behind.

We'd be all right if we had a glass of beer
We'd be all right if we had a glass of beer
We'd be all right if we had a glass of beer
And we'll all fall in behind.

We'd be all right if you buggers all would sing
We'd be all right if you buggers all would sing
We'd be all right if you buggers all would sing
And we'll all fall in behind.

We'd be all right if we had a drop of rum
We'd be all right if we had a drop of rum
We'd be all right if we had a drop of rum
And we'll all fall in behind.

If the devil's in the way, we'll roll right over him
If the devil's in the way, we'll roll right over him
If the devil's in the way, we'll roll right over him
And we'll all fall in behind.

We'll be all right when the skipper's in his grave
We'll be all right when the skipper's in his grave
We'll be all right when the skipper's in his grave
And we'll all fall in behind.

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Roll Your Leg Over
 
If all of the girls were bells in a tower
And I was a clapper, I'd bang one each hour

Chorus:

Go roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon.

If all of the girls were fish in the ocean
And I was a wave (or whale) I would teach them the motion.

Chorus

If all of the girls were little white rabbits
And I was a hare, I would teach them bad habits.

Chorus

If all them young ladies was little white kittens
And I was the tom cat, I'd give them new fittin's

Chorus

If all them young ladies was bats in a steeple
And I were a bat---there'd be more bats than people.

Chorus

If all them young ladies was diamonds and rubies
And I were a jeweler, I'd shine up their boobies.

Chorus

If all them young ladies was rushes a-growing,
I'd take out my scythe and set out a-mowing.

Chorus

If all them young ladies was bricks on a pile,
Then I'd be the mason and I'd lay them in style.

Chorus

If all the young ladies were singing this song
It would be twice as dirty and three times as long,

Chorus

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ROLLING DOWN TO OLD MAORI
 
It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalemen undergo.
We don't give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow.
We're a-homeward bound tis a grand old sound
With a good ship topped and free.
We don't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of old maori.

(chorus)
Rolling down to old maori, (me boys) rolling down to old maori.
A-we're homeward bound from the artic round.
Rolling down to old maori.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale thru the ice and wind and rain.
And them coconut fronds and them tropical lands we soon shall see again.
Six a-hellish months have passed away in the cold comchatca sea.
But now we're bound from the artic round, rolling down to old maori.

chorus

Once more we sail with a northerly gale, towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung and our whaleing done and we ain't got far to roam.
Our stunt sail booms is carried away, what care we for that sound.
A living gale is after us thank god we're a-homeward bound.

chorus

How soft the breeze from the island trees now the ice is far a-stern.
And them native maids and them island glades is a-waiting our return.
Even now their big black eyes look out hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running for the gales running down to old maori.

chorus

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THE BRAES O'BALQUIDDHER
(Wild Mountain Thyme)
 
1. Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather.


Chorus:
Will you go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go lassie, go?


2. I will build my love a bower
By yon clear and crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain.


3. If my true love, she won't have me,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.


4. Oh, the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

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THE SCOTSMAN'S KILT
(Mike Cross?)
 
A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

cho: Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.
They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing but what Gold had graced him with upon his birth.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth.

They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and the tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Soct's lifted kilt did show.

The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, “Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won
first prize”.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o.

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WHISKEY JOHNNY
 
Whiskey is the life of man
Whiskey, Johnny!
I'll drink whiskey while I can
Whiskey for my Johnny!

Oh whiskey straight and whiskey strong,
Give me some whiskey and I'll sing you a song

O whiskey makes me wear old clo'es,
Whiskey gave me a broken nose.

Whiskey killed my poor old dad,
Whiskey druv my mother mad.

If whiskey comes too near my nose,
I tip it up and down she goes.

I had a girl, her name was Lize,
She puts whiskey in her pies.

My wife and I can not agree;
She puts whiskey in her tea.

Here comes the cook with the whiskey can,
A glass of grog for every man.

A glass of grog for every man,
And a bottle full for the shantyman

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WILD ROVER (NO NAY NEVER)
 
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

cho: And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me “nay
Such a custom as your I could have any day.”

cho:

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said “I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest.”

cho:

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son..
And if they caress (forgive) me as oftimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

cho:

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YO HO HO
 
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of the whole ships' list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
When the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
‘Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen throught a sternlight screen. . .
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

‘Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped ‘em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

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See also Pirates