There was a ship that put to sea, And the name of the ship was the Billy of Tea The winds blew up, her bow dipped down, Oh blow, my bully boys, blow. Soon may the Wellerman come And bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the bletherin's done, We'll take our leave and go. She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her a right whale bore. The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow. No line was cut, no whale was freed; The Captain's mind was not of greed, But he belonged to the whaleman's creed; She took the ship in tow. For forty days, or even more, The line went slack, then tight once more. All boats were lost (there were only four) But still the whale did go. As far as I've heard, the fight's still on; The line's not cut and the whale's not gone. The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all.

This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing But I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner be out whaling Oh Mighty Zeus, send down a goose With wings as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there blokes Who sells bad beer to sailors Paid off me score and them ashore, me money soon was flying With Judy Lee upon my knee in my ear a lying With my newfound friends, my money spent just as fast as winking But when I make to clean the slate, the landlord says, "KEEP DRINKING" With me money gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as dawn is breaking For one last trip from port I'll ship but next time back I'm swearing I'll settle down in my hometown, no more ill go seafaring

Come all you seamen bold, and draw near, and draw near. Come all you seamen bold, and draw near, It's of an admiral's fame, and Benbow was his name, How he fought all on the main you shall hear, you shall hear. ​ Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight, for to fight Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight, Brave Benbow he set sail in a fine and pleasant gale, But his captains they turned tail in a fright, in a fright. ​ Said Kirby unto Wade "We shall run, we shall run! Said Kirby unto Wade "We shall run For I value not disgrace, nor the losing of my face, But the enemy I'll no face with their guns, with their guns." ​ Benbow fought the French, fought the French, fought the French Benbow fought the French, fought the French Oh Benbow fought them down 'til the blood came trickling down 'Til the blood came trickling down where they lay, where they lay. ​ Benbow lost his legs by chain shot, by chain shot. Benbow lost his legs by chain shot "Let a cradle now in haste on the quarterdeck be placed, That the enemy I may face 'til I die, 'til I die." The surgeon dressed his wounds, Benbow cried, Benbow cried The surgeon dressed his wounds, Benbow cried "Let us tack about once more, we will drive them to the shore, For the enemy I don’t care for their noise, for their noise." ​ And there bold Benbow lay crying out, crying out: And there bold Benbow lay crying out Brave Benbow lost his legs, and on his stumps he begged, "Fight on my English lads, 'tis our lot, 'tis our lot." ​ Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight, for to fight. Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight Brave Benbow he set sail in a fine and pleasant gale, But his captains all turned tail in a fright, in a fright.

Me bully boys o' Liverpool, I'll have you to beware, When ye sail in the, packet ships, no dungaree jumpers wear; But have a big monkey jacket all ready to your hand, For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland! We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her With holystone and sand, And we’ll think of them cold nor'westers On the Banks of Newfoundland. There was Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mac Murphy and some more, I tell ye where, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore; They pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand, And there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland. The mate he stood on the fo'c'sle head, and loudly he did roar: “Now rattle her in, my lucky lads! We're bound for America's shore! Go wash the mud off that dead-man's face and heave to beat the band, For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland!” And now we're off the Hook, me boys, and the land is white with snow, But soon we'll see the pay table and have the night below; And on the docks, come down in flocks, them pretty girls will say, Saying, “It's snugger with me than out to sea on the Banks of Newfoundland.”

Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain For we've received orders to sail for old England And I hope in a short while we'll see you again ​We'll rant and we'll roar like true roving sailors We'll rant and we'll roar the rest of our lives We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy Here's a health to our company of sweethearts and wives We hove our ship to with the wind at south-west, boys Hove our ship to, to strike soundings clear We let go our topsail and bore right away, boys Straight up the Channel our course we did steer The first land we made was called the Deadman Ramshead off Plymouth, off Portsmouth, the Wight We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover Then bore away for the South Foreland Light Then let every man drink up his full bumper Let every man drink up his full glass We will be jolly and drown melancholy And drink a good health to each sweetheart and lass For we may never see those fair ladies again

One morning a young man was walking his way, When he saw a fair maid come along the highway. He said to this fair maid, "If you do not mind, I will talk with you On this fine morning" The young maid she told a sorrowful tale, How the landlord was cruel and forced her away And she had just left on that very same day Then the young man he turned and he told her "Won't you come with me now? And I will look out for you always. The young man he stood and he said to the maid He said, "Come with me now and we'll plunder the main" For he had a plan that the two could be free To seek out their fortunes together. They boarded a ship that would take them away And they plundered the sea as the ship it did sway. As she manned the cannon and manned the helm they had felt that their troubles were over. The two sailed so far with good fortune their goal And in no time at all had gold in great store They gathered their crew but they knew it wouldn't last. They would treasure the time of their freedom When one morning that young man was walking his way When he saw the kings soldiers come along the highway. He cried to them, “You may hang me on high But the fair maid will continue our fortune”

Haulin' down the river from Liverpool Haul away Santy Anno Around Cape Horn to Frisco Bay Along the plains of mexico Oh Santiana made his name Away Santianna At Molly Del Ray he gained his fame Along the plains of Mexico Santiana fought where he stands, Away Santiana, 10,000 men with his own two hands Along the plains of Mexico The mighty army that he led Away Santiana, He fed them whiskey instead of bread Along the plains of Mexico His army fought on sea and land. Away Santianna He didny lose a single man All across the plains of Mexico when soldiers fired on that man Away Santiana He took 100 bullets, and still he stands Along the plains of Mexico For Mexico, he won his war, Away Santiana Uncle Sam troubled them no more Along the plains of Mexico

The pilot he looks out ahead With a hand in the chain, heaving on the lead, And the old man roars to wake the dead, Come and get yer oats, me son! Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree, a long-tailed sailor come up behind Whup Jamboree, whup jamboree, Jenny get yer oats, me son Oh, now we pass the Lizard lights And the Start, me boys, will heave in sight. Soon we're abreast of the Isle of Wight, Come and get yer oats, me son! Oh when we get to the Blackwell Docks. Them pretty young girls come down in flocks, With their short-legged drawers and long-tailed frocks, Come and get yer oats, me son! ​Well now my lads be of good cheer For the Irish Coast it does draw near Soon we'll sight the old Cape Clear Jinny get your ring-tail warm Now, my lads, we're all in dock, We'll be off to Dan Lowrie's on the Spot; And now we'll have a good roundabout, O Jenny get your oat-cake done.

Oh, the year was 1778 How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now A letter of marque came from the king To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen God damn them all! I was told We'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns, shed no tears But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now For twenty brave men all fishermen who Would make for him the Antelope's crew The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags On the 96th day we sailed again How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four pounders we made to fight Then at length we stood two cables away How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now Our cracked four pounders made an awful din But with one big ball, the Yank stove us in So here I lay in my 23rd year How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now It's been 6 years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday

From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went, For to stay in that country it was my intent But girls and strong whiskey like other damn fools, I soon was transported back to Liverpool, singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool girls they have got us in tow I shipped on the Alaska lying out in the bay, A-waitin' for a fair wind to get under way The sailors all drunk and their backs is all sore Their whiskeys all gone and they can't get no more, singin' Along comes the mate with his jacket of blue A-lookin' for work for the sailors to do It's "Ship tops'l halyards!"he loudly does roar sayin' "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore!", singin' One night off Cape Horn we were crossing the line, When I think on it now we sure had a good time She was divin' bows under, her sailors all wet, She was doin' twelve knots with her mainskys'l set, singin' Here's a health to the Captain where'er he may be, He's a friend to the sailor on land or on sea But as for our first mate, that dirty ol' brute, I hope when he dies straight to hell he'll sky hoot, singin' And now we've arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock Where the fair maids and lassies around us will flock Me whiskey's all gone and me six quid advance And I think it's high time for to git up and dance, singin'

When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree, Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be, And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more, But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more. ​Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more, For a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more. And as I walked the streets about, I met with the Rapper Brown, I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown, He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score, But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more. Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea once more, I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more. He shipped me on board of a whaling ship bound for the arctic seas, Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would freeze, But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money on shore, 'Twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more. No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more, 'Twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more. So come all you bold seafaring men, who listen to me song, When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong, Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores, Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more. No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more, Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more. ​ Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more, For a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more.