shanty

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 heโ€™s sober. (x3)

Early in the morning.

Chorus

Put him in the hold with the captainโ€™s daughter. (x3)

Early in the morning.

Chorus

Thatโ€™s 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 cableโ€™s all stored,

To me rollicking randy dandy, Oh!

 

Soon weโ€™ll be warpinโ€™ her out through the locks,

Where the pretty young girls all come down in their frocks.

Chorus

Man the stout capsโ€™n and heave with a will,

Soon weโ€™ll be draving her way down the hill.

Chorus

Weโ€™re outward bound for Vallipo Bay,

Get Cracking me lads, itโ€™s a hell of a way.

Chorus

 


3) Rio Grande

We were sick on the beach and our money was gone,

(โ€˜Way for Rio.)

So we signed on this packet to drive her along.

(And weโ€™re bound for the Rio Grande.)

 

Chorus:

So away, bullies away.

Away, for Rio.

Sing fare thee well, my Liverpool girls,

And weโ€™re bound for the Rio Grande.

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Weโ€™re a deep water ship and a deep water crew,

We can keep to the coast but Iโ€™m damned if we do.

Chorus

So, heave up the anchor, letโ€™s heave it away,

Itโ€™s 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 itโ€™s 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,

Theyโ€™d drank all their whiskey and canโ€™t 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 itโ€™s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,

Itโ€™s 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,
Theyโ€™re 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,
Itโ€™s 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,

Theyโ€™re all sold for beer and tobacco.

For first mate he is bored and cook he is all sore,

And the pilotโ€™s looking out for better weather.

Where is me ship? Me noggin, noggin ship,

Sheโ€™s all sold for beer and tobacco.

For her sails they got holes and the magโ€™s about to blow

But the helm is looking out for better weather.

Chorus

Where is me stuff? Me noggin, noggin stuff,

Itโ€™s all sold for beer and tobacco.

For I got more than enough, and timeโ€™s no longer rough

And now Iโ€™m looking out for better weather.

Now Iโ€™m sick in the head and I havenโ€™t been to bed,

Since first I cam ashore from me slumber.

For I spent all me dough on the lassies donโ€™t you know,

Far across the western ocean I have wandered.

Chorus