Thanks, Joe.

Thanks for reminding me of this one. Revisiting, I am fascinated by how the standard Revival version lyrics affect me. Most are certainly chanty style, but they are held together by a sensibility that is "English folk-song-y" IMO. I don't know how to explain it, but they make me feel like the meeting of boy and girl is in a nice English forest between a gentleman and lady...when I am expecting something between a kind of Long Ike and Sweet Betsy affair and a Jack Tar and Maggie May encounter. It is all white gloves -- the only hint of coarseness in it is the name of good ol' "Frisco".

Here are my doggerel lyrics to "Won't Ye Go My Way?"

I met her on the Bowery
I met her on the Bowery

She backed her main tops'l smartly
Yo ho, my Jack, my hearty

Her name was Juliana
She sang and played piana

She spent my money freely
She grabbed the lot or nearly

She made me broke and left me
And she never bereft me

I loved you, Juliana
The belle of Lousiana

Now she's in Indiana
And I'm stuck in Montana

I married Flo Fanana
She can't play the piana

And now that I am married
I'm sad I didn't tarry

Haul for better weather
We''l haul and sing together

Rock and roll me over
We'll soon be in the clover

[Additional Punjabi-English verses!:]

On the train to Ludhiana
She asked, "tu kithe jana?" [where'e you goin'?]

I said, "I'm from Samana."
And gave her a banana.

jadon pahunch gae assin station [When we arrived at the station]
I gave her another ration