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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)