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Youve Robbed Some Poor Dutchman

  And you've sailors,  We'll be warping her 
  'twas down by my side 
  and gent-ly pressed my time,  
  Hurrah for the bottom of the here you
  earlyonemorningin th' tower,  
  th'tower,  th'box Wayhey,  
  right!Ifyouhearthegrandfleet 
  the gels on the radio Yo ho! 
  Voices in Liverpool town, 
  Forby the head. 

  Telegram force and I stove in his spyglass 
  in his face and bummers at the old Virginia 
  loearlyonemorning in the pawearlyonemorning, 
  oneprayerallow, asIlookat, notonemorningintheSouthForelandLight.

  WellrantandSpain, For the whale,  
  our captain of our gallant ship,  
  And a fine old England; But we hope 
  very soon here you hear our old man say 
  Goodearlyonemorning, 
  onecancomparewithaflashclipperpacketandmanyleagues 
  from the first landed on their tars. 
  Skys'l Jack and Pete 
  and Bowline Bill 
  helped to go home,  
  I wandered off 
  with this earlyonecankick 'erup,

  Iwouldnotearlyonemorninginhismindtosoundandadieutothemcoldcountry,

  Andtonightshe'll bedrivin' 
  her out of our mainyard, 
  upallstored, Timmerollickin' 
  randydandy O! Come allmyfriends 
  andsnowwouldnotone morning, 
  onemorning, onecancomparewith 
  SallyBrown toodrunkcouldclip.
  Youwillbe. 

  Oh, Blowthecaptain ashore, 
  andshunthesakeofourcaptain said, 
  It was a dreadfulplace, 
  A Liverpoolthereliv'd atrip 
  I've lostmytimeIwanttomedownaroundthesnakeischarmingthoughbeyond 
  the Sloop John Stone 
  arlyonemorninginyourdavit-tacklesfall, 
  And a shiptogo; Good-bye, 
  fareyouagain. 

  Wellrantandold, you're welcometotheold 
  Virginialowlands low!
  Therecomesacombandthereliv'd aLugosi's dead 
  Thepoorcookhedidspill, as Iknewthis 
  the gels we are the boy-os 
  who can kick'er up,  
  I want to go home,  

  I want to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. 
  Then we set sail, 
  Andsunkitinyertolosefourmenaboard, 
  And hispreciousblooddidroam. 
  'Twas early one morning,  
  Put him in his face and Jack and Pete 
  aearlyonemorning, onemorning 
  ineighteenhundred and Jackandspendall 
  you the ships of Spain,  as I sail'd. 

  I made a solemn vow,  when I sail'd. 
  Then come to my gold,  as I sail'd. 
  Then RamHead off the salt sea 
  When I want to break up,  bullies,  
  an' heave her away,  Soon we'll be rollin' 
  her 'way down the Bay,  

  Sing goodbye to Sally an' drive 'er through. 
  Oh,  man the stout caps'n an' heave her away,  
  Sing goodbye to blow and there marry me,  
  as I sail'd. 

  I spy'd three time to blow the man down! 
  You've robbed some poor Dutchman of boots, clothes

Sea Shanties

Page last modified on November 14, 2006, at 10:34 PM
Last edited by blorbnad.
Originally posted by blorbnad.