1909 Buryeson, Fred H. ['El Tuerto']. "Sea Shanties." _Coast Seamen's Journal_ 22(40) (23 June).

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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.
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1913        Whall, W.B. Ships, _Sea Songs and Shanties_. Third edition, enlarged. Glasgow: James Brown & Sons.

For windlass and pumps.

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We're All Bound to Go.

O, as I walked down the Landing Stage all on a Summer's morn,
Heave away…my Johnnies, heave away…ay
It's there I spied an Irish gal a looking all forlorn,
And away, my Johnny boys, we're all bound to go.

"O, good morning, Mister Tapscott."
"Good morn, my gal," says he.
"O, it's have you got a packet ship
For to carry me over the sea?"

"Oh, yes I have a packet ship,
She's called the Henry Clay ;
She lies down at the North Pier Head
A-taking in her mail."

"Bad luck unto those say-boys,
Bad luck to them, I say ;
They broke into me say-chest,
And they stole me clothes away.

"It was at Castle Garden
They landed me on shore,
And if I marry a Yankee boy
I'll cross the says no more."
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