THE ANGLESEY

It was one fine day in the month o' May
An' I was outward bound.
I hadn't any tin to pay for gin,
So I walked the streets all round.
My coat was out at the elbows,
An' I was sore in need,
So I shipped as a little sailor boy,
On board of the Anglesey.

CHORUS
Then no more I'll go to sea,
Across the Western Ocean,
A-haulin' an' a-pullin' I never will again;
Then no more I'll go to sea,
Across the Western Ocean,
For evermore I'll stay on shore,
An' go to sea no more!

No more for me the ?rst look-out,
No more the wheel I’ll take;
No more gaff-tops’l tacks I’ll shift,
Nor a-haul till me back does break;
No more I’ll shout ‘All’s well, sir!’
Nor pump away for life,
But I’ll go ashore an’ get a wife,
From on board of the Anglesey.
CHORUS

No more will I reef, no more will I furl,
Square in the crojik yard;
No more the brightwork I will scrape with sand and canvas hard;
No more up aloft will I fly, with a grease-pot in me hand,
But I’ll go ashore for evermore,
From on board of the Anglesey.
CHORUS

No more I’ll stand by the royal halyards,
Nor eat their crackerhash;
No soul an’ body lashin’s tie, nor in saltwater wash;
No tarring down of backstays, no haul on the lee-fore-brace
But I’ll pack me bag an’ go ashore,
From on board of the Anglesey.
CHORUS


Hugill's introduction to the song is fascinating:

This version I now give was sent to me by a Belgian master
mariner——Captain Popieul of Antwerp. He told me it was popular
when he was serving his time ‘in the Norwegian sailing ship
Ingrid of Larvik (ex-Anglesey of Liverpool) in the year of 1906’.

Source: Shanties of the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill, 1961 (pp 587-589)