^^ HEAVE HER UP AND BUST HER (Traditional) Gather round, boys, now all hands HEAVE HER UP, LADS, HEAVE HER HIGH Lean and heave her all who can HEAVE HER UP AND BUST HER We'll say farewell to this fair town We'll ship once more, she's outward bound I looked around and what did I find Her grub is low and her pump rods shine Her nose is blunt and she keeps a crank And in the river she'll hit both banks When we tow out and then let go We'll point her nose from Buffalo We take coal up or grain back down And any damn load that can be found The wind's nor'east, Lake Erie's rough For this old tub it'll be damn tough The moon last night wore a golden ring And that rough weather is sure to bring The green seas roll and the whitecaps roar And many old sail will put up ashore About the straits are pretty bad reefs And on old Huron many come to grief Her canvas is moldy, her sticks are old But on the wind she's a merry old soul And then some day or in the night We'll see before us the old home light As recorded by The Boarding Party on Too Far From The Shore (Folk-Legacy)
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