1905        Fenton, Reginald. Peculiar People in a Pleasant Land. Girard, Kansas: Pretoria Publishing.

Describing the voyage of a sailing ship Catraraqui from Britain to South Africa, "forty years ago." The preface calls "now" 1900. So, ca.1860-65. A quick scan shows there were several trips on this route in 1861.

WHISKEY JOHNNY:
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The passengers, as the wish to live came back to them with their sea-legs, had begun to get some excitement out of the cry, "All hands 'bout ship," "Tacks and sheets," "Mainsail-haul," "Clew-up," and some of us would tail on to the main-sheet or a topsail-halliard, pull with a will, and join in the rousing "chanty":

Oh, whisky killed my sister Fan.
Oh, whisky! Oh, Johnnie! 

But whisky is the life of man;
Then whisky for me, Johnnie,

And the mate would roar: "Keep all that. Belay. Smart now."
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Although BLOW YE WINDS appears in several earlier references, I believe this is the first time logging it as a chanty:
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A call to reef top-sails was an opportunity to hear a new "chanty," or to join in the chorus of a fresh improvisation to the tune of an old one; such as:

"Our Captain on the quarter-deck is growlin' like a bear; 

A stampin' on his hat, me boys, and a-tearin' of his hair,"

which "London Charley" roared one day as a hint to the raging skipper, and the gang at the lift drowned the sultry comment of the latter in the vigor with which they trolled the chorus:

"Then blow ye winds in the mornin',
Blow ye winds, heighho; 

Clear away the morning dew,
Row my bully-boys, row."
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BOWLINE:
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How through the misty distance of the vanished past still rings in memory the swinging chorus of the watch, when, trimmng the rig to gain the full power of each change of the breeze, they would sing:
"Haw-haul the bowlin', the Catarak's a-rollin', 

Haul the bowlin'; the bowline—Haul!!"
giving with the last word a tug at their rope which sent the note out with a shout and a jerk. "Just another little one," the mate would cry, and off at score went the chanty once more.
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