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19 Jan 12 - 05:40 AM (#3292659) Subject: Lyr Req: the ebenezer From: GUEST,brooko Does anyone out there have or know the lyrics to the Ebenezer as sung by three sheets to the wind on the album beware of the the press gang |
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19 Jan 12 - 06:12 AM (#3292671) Subject: Lyr Add: THE EBENEZER (chantey) From: GUEST,AlanG at work There you go THE EBENEZER I shipped on board of the Ebenezer, Every day 'twas scrub and grease her, Holy stone her and scrape her down, And if we growl they blow us down. Get along boys, get along do, Handy me boys, so handy. Get along boys, get along do, Handy me boys, so handy. The old man was a drunken geezer, He could not sail the Ebenezer. Learned his trade on a Chinese junk, Spent most time down in his bunk. The first mate's name was Dickie Green, sir, The cruelest brute that you've ever seen, sir, Walking the deck with a bucko roll, May the sharks have his body and the devil have his soul. Boston Buck was the second greaser, He used to ship in Lime juice ships sir, The limey packets they got too hot, He cursed them all and he jumped the lot. We sailed away before a breezer, Bound away for Valparaiser, Round Cape Horn we lost her sticks, The molly-hawks picked up the bits. The Ebenezer was so old, She knew Columbus as a boy, It was pump her bullies night and day, To help her get across Liverpool Bay Alan |
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19 Jan 12 - 06:50 AM (#3292689) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the ebenezer From: Gibb Sahib Hugill's text has a little extra 'bite' in the additional verses: The Ebenezer |
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19 Jan 12 - 02:56 PM (#3292967) Subject: ADD Version: The Ebenezer From: Bill D slight variations in various versions... as there always are. Scholars bicker. THE EBENEZER I shipped on board of the Ebenezer, Every day 'twas scrub and grease her, And if we growl they blow us down. Get along boys, get along do, Handy me boys, so handy. Get along boys, get along do, Handy me boys, so handy. The He could not sail the Ebenezer. Learned his trade on a Chinese junk, Spent most time down in his bunk. The first mate's name was Dickie Green, sir, Walking May the sharks have his body and the devil have his soul. Boston Buck was the second greaser, He used to The limey packets they got so (or too) hot, He cursed them all and he jumped the lot. Wet hash was our only grub, sir- For breakfast, dinner and for supper. The bread was as tough as any brass- The meat(or horse---meat doesn't require explanation) was as salt as Lot's wife's ass. We sailed away before a breezer, Bound away for Valparaiser, Round Cape Horn we lost her sticks, The molly-hawks picked up the bits. The Ebenezer was so old, She knew Columbus as a boy, It was pump her bullies night and day, To help her get across (or 'to') Liverpool Bay |
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20 Jan 12 - 06:08 AM (#3293245) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the ebenezer From: GUEST,AlanG at work Yes, that's more or less how I remember it. But we missed a verse: The Bosun came from Tennessee, sir He always wore a Blackball cheeser He had a gal in every port At least that's what his Missus thought |
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20 Jan 12 - 10:24 AM (#3293358) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the ebenezer From: GUEST thanks Bill D and Alan G it was the verse about the bosun that i was struggling with.I thought it said blackball cheeser but i didnt know what it meant.so once again thanks a lot cheers Brooko |