The Matura [N.Z.] Ensign, Aug. 13, 1896, ran an article on "The 'Chanties' of Sailors."

After noting that shanties are "unknown" to "the great majority" of people, and that they are not used in the Royal Navy, the writer gives a few examples:

Our anchor's weighed, our sails unfurled;
Good-bye - fare you _well_ - goodbye [sic] fare you _well_.
We're bound across the watery world,
Hurrah! my boys, we're outward bound.

[One of Carpenter's shantymen also sang an "outward bound" form of what's usually "homeward bound.]

"At each italicized word there is a pull on the ropes."

"'Bunting topsils' is accompanied by a wild chant, the origin of which is lost in obscurity. But it is specially peculiar, because, amid the roar of wind nd wave, the soundcomes down in weird resonance from the singers aloft.

"Old Tommy Boyd had a good pair of boots - Heigh _ho_! heave _ho_.
Who robbed Tommy Boyd of his _boots_?
'Twas an old thief from London _town_.
Who was used to robbing poor sailormen _down_.
Who had Tommy Boyd and done him quite _brown_.
Who robbed Tommy Boyd of his _boots_.

"The operation of hoisting yards...is effected to the following lyric:

"Oh, poor Ruben Ramsell!
_Ramsell!_ boys, _Ramsell!_
Ramsell was no sailor,
_Ramsell!_ boys, _Ramsell!_
He shipped on board of a whaler,
_Ramsell!_ boys, _Ramsell!_
The captain's name was Taylor,
_Ramsell!_ boys, _Ramsell!_"

...

"Oh! whisky is the life of man!
_Whisky! Johnnie!_
Oh! whisky killed my poor old dad,
_Whisky_ for my _Johnnie_.
Oh! Whisky gave me a red nose,
_Whisky! Johnnie!
Oh! whisky made me pawn my clothes,
_Whisky_ for my _Johnnie!.

"And various other verses of the same kind....

"I thought I heard the chief mate say,
_Whisky! Johnnie!_
Just one more pull then we'll belay,
Give _whisky_ to my Johnnie_."

"When in roughest weather storm-stay-sails are hoisted, and short, heavy pulls are needed, they are given to the following curious and very ancient chantie....:

"Poor old man! his horse will die,
And the _say_ so, and they _hope_ so!
       _Poor old man!_

If he dies I'll tan his hide,
And I _say_ so, and I _hope_ so,
If he lives I'll ride him again,
       Oh _poor old man._"

...

"In fairer weather hauling out the bowlines (to make the sails draw properly) is done to the accompaniment of:

"Haul on the bowline!
The old man's a _growlin'_.
Haul on the bowline,
The bowline _haul!_

"And when the homeward voyage is over...the crew have to wash her down and pump her out....The particular chorus runs thus:

"I've earned all my money, and I worn out my clothes,
Leave her, Johnnie! leave her!
Oh! shake her up and away we goes.
Leave her, Johnnie! leave her!
We'll shake her up from down below,
Leave her, Johnnie! leave her!
We've stuck to her through sun and snow,
Leave her, Johnnie! leave her!

"This of all the chanties is sung with the most unanimity and cheeriness..."