"Row, Bullies, Row" may be the title of the authentic sea song GUEST is thinking of. Or else "Blow, My Bully Boys, Blow."

"Row, Me Bullies" is a very recent pastiche. The diction alone is enough to prove it: elaborate and consistent internal rhymes that never appear in chanteys, modern cliches ("lock up your daughters!"), the literary vocabulary "we'll...feast"), forced language ("as soon as we're cravin'"), self-conscious poetry ("the sun was like crystal").

These traits are basically foreign to traditional (often improvised) chanteys, and having *all* of them in one short song settles the matter.

Will the real author(s) of the new song please stand up?