188 - Blow, Boys, Blow (B) - Halyard Shanty This was a shanty in which the singer often repeated the solo lines, to string out on a long haul. Another shanty with the word "Blow" is fine old tops'l halyard shanty "Blow, Boys, Blow". This shanty has three patterns: (a) The Guinea Slaver; (b) The Buck Ship (A Yankee China Clipper); (c) The Harry Tate Ship (English skit on Yankee Packets); This version is the A Yankee China Clipper. "Shanties from the Seven Seas" by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 227, 228). Blow, Boys, Blow (B) Blow,me boys, I long ter hear yer, - BLOW, boys, BLOW! Ooooh, blow, me boys, an' I long ter hear yer, - BLOW, me bully boys, BLOW! *2* A yankie ship came down the river, Her masts and yards they shine like silver. *3* How d'yer know she's a Yankee clipper? By the blood an' guts that flow from her scuppers. *4* How d'yer know she's Yankee liner? By the stars an' bars streamin' out behind her. *5* How d'yer know she's a Yankee packet? She fired her guns an' we heard the racket. *6* She's a Yankee ship an' she's bound to China, And a bunch o' bastards they have signed her. *7* How d'yer know she's bound for China? By the flyin'-fish sailors what 'ave gone an' joined her. *8* Who d'yer thinks the skipper of her? Why, Ol' Bully Forbes is the skipper of her. *9* Who d'yer thinks the chief mate of her? Some ugly case what 'ates poor sailors. *10* Who d'yer think wuz second mate of her? Saccrappa Jim was the second mate of her. *11* What d'yer think they had for breakfast? Why, the starboard side o' an ol' sou'wester. *12* What d'yer think they had for breakfast? Why, the starboard side o' an ol' sou'wester. *13* What d'yer think they had for dinner? Belayin'-pin soup an' a squeeze through the wringer. *14* What d'yer think they had for supper? Oh, handspike hash an' a roll in the scuppers. *15* What d'yer think they had for carger? Five hundred whores from Yokohammer. *16* Ye'll wish ye all wuz dead an' buried, An' cross the river lets all git ferried. *17* Six days work as ye are able, On the seventh day, bullies, ye will chip the cable. *18* On this bloodboat there ain't no laybacks, Get haulin', all ye lazy shellbacks. *19* Blow today an' blow termorrer, Blow for this hell-ship all in sorrer.
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