These shanties will be lead by Esteban Lomelin Torres
<estebanlomelintorres@gmail.com>
a fine crew and singing sailors from the Mexican Pacific Coast.
1) Drunken Sailor
What should we do with a drunken sailor? (x3)
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way, hey, and up she rises. (x3)
Early in the morning
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Shave his belly with a rustyย razor. (x3)
Early in the morning.
Chorus
Put him in a longboat till heโs sober. (x3)
Early in the morning.
Chorus
Put him in the hold with the captainโs daughter. (x3)
Early in the morning.
Chorus
Thatโs what we do with a drunken sailor. (x3)
Early in the morning.
Chorus
2) Randy Dandy
Now we are ready to sail for the horn,
(Way, hey, roll and go!)
Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn.
(To me rollicking randy dandy, Oh!)
Chorus:
Heave a pawl, O heave away.
Wey, hey, roll and go!
The anchors on board and the cableโs all stored,
To me rollicking randy dandy, Oh!
Soon weโll be warpinโ her out through the locks,
Where the pretty young girls all come down in their frocks.
Chorus
Man the stout capsโn and heave with a will,
Soon weโll be draving her way down the hill.
Chorus
Weโre outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Get Cracking me lads, itโs a hell of a way.
Chorus
3) Rio Grande
We were sick on the beach and our money was gone,
(โWay for Rio.)
So we signed on this packet to drive her along.
(And weโre bound for the Rio Grande.)
Chorus:
So away, bullies away.
Away, for Rio.
Sing fare thee well, my Liverpool girls,
And weโre bound for the Rio Grande.
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Weโre a deep water ship and a deep water crew,
We can keep to the coast but Iโm damned if we do.
Chorus
So, heave up the anchor, letโs heave it away,
Itโs got a good grip, bullies, heave her all day.
Chorus
And farewell to you all the girls of the town,
It pains me to leave you gals with a frown.
Chorus
4) Liverpool Judies*
From Liverpool to Frisco a-roving I went,
And to stay in that country was my good intent,
But drinking strong whiskey like other damn fools,
Well I soon got transported back to Liverpool
Chorus:
And itโs Roll! Roll bullies roll!
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow.
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A smart Yankee packet lies out in the bay,
A-waiting a fair wind to get underway,
With all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
Theyโd drank all their whiskey and canโt get no more.
Chorus
Oh, here comes the mate in a hell of a stew,
He’sย lookin’ for work for us sailors to do,
Oh, it’s “Fore tops’l halyards!” he loudly does roar,
And it’s lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o’-a-whore.
Chorus
One night of Cape Horn I shall never forget,
‘Tis oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet,
She was divin’ bows under with her sailors all wet,
She was doin’ twelve knots with her mainskys’l set.
Chorus
And now we’ve arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash judies on the pierhead do flock,
The barrel’s run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess it’s high time for to get up and dance.
Chorus
Here’s a health to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a bully at sea,
But as for the first mate, the dirty ol’ brute,
We hope when he dies straight to hell he’ll skyhoot.
Chorus
* Judy is a Liverpool term just meaning a young woman
5) All for me Grog
Chorus:
And itโs all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
Itโs all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wonder.
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Where are me boots? Me noggin, noggin boots,
Theyโre all sold for beer and tobacco.
For the heels they are worn out, and the toes are kicked about,
And the souls are looking for better weather.
Where is me shirt? Me noggin, noggin shirt,
Itโs all sold for beer and tobacco.
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather.
Chorus
Where is me crew? Me noggin, noggin crew,
Theyโre all sold for beer and tobacco.
For first mate he is bored and cook he is all sore,
And the pilotโs looking out for better weather.
Where is me ship? Me noggin, noggin ship,
Sheโs all sold for beer and tobacco.
For her sails they got holes and the magโs about to blow
But the helm is looking out for better weather.
Chorus
Where is me stuff? Me noggin, noggin stuff,
Itโs all sold for beer and tobacco.
For I got more than enough, and timeโs no longer rough
And now Iโm looking out for better weather.
Now Iโm sick in the head and I havenโt been to bed,
Since first I cam ashore from me slumber.
For I spent all me dough on the lassies donโt you know,
Far across the western ocean I have wandered.
Chorus