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Lyr Add: Master, The Swabber, The Boatswain & I
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Subject: Lyr Add: Master, The Swabber, The Boatswain & I From: Charley Noble Date: 11 Aug 25 - 03:47 PM This was a top hit in the first production of The Tempest" by William Shakespeare in 1611. I've done some editing and added refrains and a new verse but the original lyrics are also posted: From The Tempest by William Shakespeare, as sung by Stephano, 1611 Adapted by Charlie Ipcar, 7/31/2025; tune after "The Mariner's Compass is Grog" Key: G (7/C) The Master, The Swabber, The Bosun, And I C----------------------------------G7 The master, the swabber, the bosun, and I, ------C--------------------F---C--G The gunner, the cook, and the mate, ---------C-----------------------G7 Loved Molly, and Meg, and Margery, -------C----------G----------C But none of us cared for Kate. C------------------------F---------C None of us cared for Kate, me lads! --------F-C---------F/C-G None of us cared for Kate! ---------C-----------------------G7 Loved Molly, and Meg, and Margery, -------C----------G----------C But none of us cared for Kate. Kate loved not the savour of tar nor pitch; And she had a tongue with a tang; Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch, But she'd cry to a sailor, "Go hang!" She'd cry to a sailor, "Go hang!" me lads! She'd cry to a sailor, "Go hang!" Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch, But she'd cry to a sailor, "Go hang!" So Molly, and Meg, and Margery, We’re off to sea once more; And it will be a long, long time Till we return to your shore. Till we return to your shore, me loves, Till we return to your shore; And it will be a long, long time Till we return to your shore. Original Lyrics: The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she has a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch; Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch. Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang! Cheerily, Charlie Ipcar |
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