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Thread #135160 Message #3116811
Posted By: Gibb Sahib
19-Mar-11 - 12:14 AM
Thread Name: A Little-Known Shanty Collection
Subject: RE: A Little-Known Shanty Collection
We are homeward bound, come, let us all sing.
Good-by, fare you well; good-by, fare you well.
We are homeward bound, strike up with a ring.
Hurrah, my boys, we are homeward bound.
Then I thought I heard our old man say
That our store of grog gave out yesterday.
So heave her up, we are bound to go
Around Cape Horn through frost and snow.
Hurrah, my boys, we are homeward bound;
We are homeward bound to Liverpool town.
And when we get there we'll have money to spend,
With lots of good cheer, boys, and lashings of rum.
The landlord will greet us with a bow and a smile,
A-saying, "Get up Jack and let John sit down."
But when your money it is all gone
Then in comes the landlord with a frown.
A-saying, "Young man, it is time you were gone,
1 have a ship for you bound out to Hongkong."
So shake her up, bullies; let us be gone,
And sing the good news, we are homeward bound.
HEAVE AWAY, LADS.
Then heave away, my bully boys; the wind is blowing fair.
Heave away, my bullies; heave away, lads.
Our ship will soon be rolling home to merry England's shores.
Heave away, my bully boys; we are all bound to go.
Then break her out and square away; we are all bound to go.
Our course lies through those latitudes where stormy winds do blow.
When I was young and in my prime I sailed in the Black Ball line.
They were the finest ships e'er seen upon the ocean brine.
One morning Bridget Donahue came down the dock to see
Old Tapscot 'bout a steerage berth, and presently said she:
"Good morning, Mr. Tapscot, sir." "Good morning, ma'am," says he.
"And have you got a packet ship to carry me over the sea?"
"Oh, yes. I've got a packet ship to carry you over the sea,"
"And, please yet Mr. Tapscot, sir, what may the fare then be?"
"It 'may be' fifty pounds," says he, "and it 'may be' sixty, too;
But eight pound ten we'll call enongh, my pretty dear, for you."
"And here's the money, sir," says she. "Step right onboard," says he;
"The tide is up, the wind is fair, and soon we'll tow to sea."
"At last," says Bridget, "I am off to the far away
Where Barney went two years ago, the land of Americay."
So shake her up, my bully boys, this day we're bound to go;
The anchor is a-weigh, and now for home we'll sing heigh-ho.