When the Shanty Boy Comes Down

When the shanty boy comes down,
In his pockets, fifty pounds,
He will look around some pretty girl to find.
If he finds her not too shy,
With a dark and rolling eye,
Then the shanty boy is well pleased in his mind.

So the landlady comes in,
She is neat and very trim,
She is like the evening star.
If she finds him in good trim,
She is always ready to wait on him,
And from one to two they’ll sit up on the bar.

So the shanty boy goes on
‘Till his money is all gone,
And the landlady she begins to fret.
“Oh,” he says, “My lady do not fret,
I will pay my honest debt,
And bid adieu to the girl we left in town.”

Back to the woods he’ll go,
With his heart so full of woe,
And he’ll wander ‘round from tree unto tree,
‘Till six months have gone and past,
All his cares have gone at last,
It is time for him to go upon a spree.

There’s a crew that’s in command,
So the old folks understand,
And it’s to the dark woods we must go.
With a bottle and a song,
We will shove the old canoe along,
And bid adieu to the girl we left in town.

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