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Funeral Dirge
02:53
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Funeral Dirge
When I've shuffled off this mortal coil
Wrap me up in skins of oil
For no more upon the docks shall I be seen...
But don't come lookin' for these bones
I'll not sail with Davy Jones
And there'll be no peace for me on Fiddler's Green
Chorus:
For the black flag did I fly for me there'll be no by and by
Well, the devil, he may take me but I swear he'll never break me
The black flag I'll raise again and I'll sail into the wind
On a ghost ship fleet and swift I'll sail the sea
Like a demon on the endless waves
I'll rob the piper for me pay
Every mariner shall fear to see my sails
Jolly roger flyin' high
On a black and starless night
Any man that stands against me crew shall fail
At the tolling of the bell
All the denizens of hell
Shall fall down on their knees and beg for mercy
But the devil I'll put in irons
Leave him hangin' in the fire
Old Lucifer can be no friend to me
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Fish in the Sea
04:11
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Fish in the Sea
Now come all you young sailormen, listen to me
and I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea,
and it's...
Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys
When the wind blows we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail,
He climbs up aloft and he reefs the topsail,
and it's...
Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys
When the wind blows we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
Then up jumps the herring, the king of the sea,
Saying, 'All of ya fishes, now come follow me!'
and it's...
Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys
When the wind blows we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
Below lurks the Kraken, in his cavern so snug
When he's feelin' frisky, beware of his hugs!
and it's...
Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys
When the wind blows we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth
Saying, 'You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!'
and it's...
Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys
When the wind blows we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
Then up jumps the whale... the largest of all,
'If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!'
and it's...
Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys
When the wind blows we're all together, boys
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.
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Rats of New Orleans
04:58
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Rats of New Orleans
Take a walk down on Bourbon Street
Hear the music now and it sweet
See the people and the rats of New Orleans.
Frenchman, Royal or lower Decatur,
Look again that ain’t no alligator.
Beware of the rats of New Orleans.
If you walk to French Quarter keep an eye on your feet
You might kick a rat hangin' out in the street.
Don’t you tread on the rats of New Orleans.
Your trash is their treasure,
Your dumpster their heaven.
They slink down the alleys through all kinds of weather.
The streets are their homes and they're never alone,
Don’t you turn your back on those rats of New Orleans.
Now be careful my friend, don’t ya find yourself utterly
Drunk and a'layin' face down in the gutter,
You’ll be picked clean by the Rats of New Orleans.
And don’t you go wandering down any dark alleys
Where are the meanest of Rats they all gather and rally.
Don’t be caught unaware by the rats of New Orleans.
Now some Rats are clean, and other Rats dirty,
Some Rats are cruel and other Rats flirty.
Break your bread with the Rats of New Orleans.
Your trash is their treasure,
Your dumpster their heaven.
They slink down the alleys through all kinds of weather.
The streets are their homes and they're never alone,
Don’t you turn your back on those Rats of New Orleans.
Now some play the music, some dance to the beat,
Some they hold signs while they lay in the streets.
Give your spare change to the Rats of New Orleans.
Now some of us Rats is just down on our luck
So we pour out our souls just to bring home a buck.
Please be kind to the Rats of New Orleans.
We can be your best friend or your worst enemy
We all want the same thing, we’re just tryin' to be free
And they call us the Rats of New Orleans
Your trash is our treasure,
Your dumpster our heaven.
We slink down the alleys through all kinds of weather.
The streets are our homes and we're never alone,
Don’t you turn your back on us Rats of New Orleans.
We're the Rats....
Beware.....
The Rats of New Orleans
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4. |
The Derelict
06:55
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The Derelict
Fifteen men on the 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 bos'n's pike,
The bos'n 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 a whole ship's 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
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore--
And the scullion he was stabbed times four.
And there they lay
While soggy skies
Dripped down in their
Up-staring eyes--
Like a murk sunset and a 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 yawning hole in a battered head--
And the scuppers glut with a rotting red.
And there they lay--
Aye, damn my eyes!--
All lookouts clapped
On paradise--
All souls bound just contrariwise--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men of 'em good and true--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Every man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest full of Spanish gold,
With a ton of plate in the middle hold,
And the cabins riot of loot untold.
And they lay there
That took the plum,
With the 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 through the stern light screen-
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Chartings no doubt where a woman had been!-
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
It was a flimsy shift on a bunker cot,
With a thin dirk slit through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry with a purplish blot.
Was she some wench...
Or some shuddering maid...?
That dared the knife-
And took the blade!
By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade-
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
Fifteen men on the 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 the 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 a sullen swell,
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
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Lots O' Booty
03:57
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Lots O' Booty
Oh being a pirate I’ve sailed the high seas
I’ve known lots of girls in the ports that I’ve seen
I tell you me friends there ain’t nothing as keen
As a nice broad back side on a pretty Colleen
I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty
I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside.
Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens
There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide!
Well I left home at 15 from the port of me birth.
For many's a year I have traveled this earth.
There is nothing in this world that fills me with mirth
Like a nice round rear end of generous girth!
I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty
I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside.
Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens
There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide!
When I came into port I was dead on me feet
Till large bottomed lady I happened to meet,
I tell you me friends with they say can’t be beat!
With a nice big cushion THE PUSHIN' IS SWEET!
I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty
I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside.
Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens
There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide!
Well we’re sailing our ship to a port in the west
We'll stay for a week and get plenty of rest
I’ll find me a girl with three things I like best.....
A nice heavy behind and two double D breasts!
I likes me wenches with Lots O' Booty
I'd die for a Doxie with a healthy backside.
Here is a toast to voluptuous vixens
There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide!
There’s nothing as fine as a bottom that’s wide!
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Jack-A-Roe (Live)
04:59
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Jack-A-Roe
There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell
Oh the truth to you I'll tell
She had sweethearts a plenty and men of high degree
But none but Jack the sailor her true love e'er could be
Oh her true love e'er could be
Now, Jackie, he's gone sailing with trouble on his mind
He's left his native country and his darling girl behind
Oh his darling girl behind
She went down to a tailor's shop and dressed in man's array
She climbed on board a vessel and conveyed herself away
Oh conveyed herself away
Before you get on board Sir, your name I'd like to know
She smiled upon her countenance 'they call me Jack A Roe'
Oh they call me Jack A Roe
Your waist, it is too slender and your fingers they are small
Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball
Oh to face the cannonball
I know my waist is slender and my fingers they are small
But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall
Oh to see ten thousand fall
The war soon being over, she went and looked around
Among the dead and wounded her darling boy she found
Oh her darling boy she found
She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to town
She sent for a physician to quickly heal his wounds
Oh to quickly heal his wounds
This couple they got married, so well they did agree
This couple they got married, so why not you and me
Oh why not you and me
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Leaving of Liverpool
Oh fare ye well my own true love
For I am sailin' far, far away
Oh I am bound for California
But I know that I'll return some day
Chorus:
So fare ye well, my own true love
And when I return, united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grievin' me
But, my darling, when I think of thee
Oh I set sail on a yankee sailing ship
The Davy Crockett is her name
Old Burgess is the captain of her
And they say she is a floating hell
Well, I have sailed with Burgess once before
He's a man that I know right well
If a man is a pirate, then he'll get along
And if not than he's sure for hell
Oh, the sun is in the harbour, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know that it will be a long, long time
Before I can see you again
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