so nice to see that you had an eventful week. they're so much fun. :)
despite the fact that this is way off topic, & that i am no longer aboard ship & such, i shall include this anyway.
two new sea shanties:
Barret’s Privateers
Oh the year was 1778, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, When a letter of Marque came from the king, To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen.
chorus: God damn them all, I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, We'd fire no guns, shed no tears, Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, The last of Barret's privateers.
Well, Elcid Barret cried the town, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, For twenty brave men, all fishermen who, Would make for him the Antelope's crew.
Oh, the Antelope's sloop was a sickening sight, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, She'd list to the port with her sails in rags, And the cook and the scuppers with the staggers and jags.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, We were ninety-one days to Montego Bay, Pumping like mad men all the way.
On the ninety-sixth day, we sailed again, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight, With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.
The Yankee lay low down with gold, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, She was was broad and fat and loose in the stays, But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.
At length we stood two cables away, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, But with one fat ball, the Yank stove us in.
Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, Barret was smashed like a bowl of eggs, And the main trunk carried off both me legs.
Now here I lay in my twenty third year, How I wish I was in Sherbrook now, It's been six years since we sailed away, And I just made Halifax yesterday.
All for Me Grog Chorus: Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin Far across the western ocean I must wander
Alternate chorus: Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute And I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow.
Well, it's all for me hat Me jolly, jolly hat, It’s all gone for beer and tobacco For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about And me head is looking out for better weather
Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots? They're all gone for beer and tobacco For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about And the soles are looking out for better weather
Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt? It’s all gone for beer and tobacco For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn And the tail is looking out for better weather
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed Since first I came ashore with me slumber For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bed It’s all gone for beer and tobacco Well I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all tore And the springs are looking out for better whether.
Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' whence She’s all gone for beer and tobacco Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.
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Date: 2004-09-01 04:27 pm (UTC)so nice to see that you had an eventful week. they're so much fun. :)
despite the fact that this is way off topic, & that i am no longer aboard ship & such, i shall include this anyway.
two new sea shanties:
Barret’s Privateers
Oh the year was 1778,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
When a letter of Marque came from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen.
chorus: God damn them all,
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold,
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barret's privateers.
Well, Elcid Barret cried the town,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
For twenty brave men, all fishermen who,
Would make for him the Antelope's crew.
Oh, the Antelope's sloop was a sickening sight,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
She'd list to the port with her sails in rags,
And the cook and the scuppers with the staggers and jags.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
We were ninety-one days to Montego Bay,
Pumping like mad men all the way.
On the ninety-sixth day, we sailed again,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight,
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.
The Yankee lay low down with gold,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
She was was broad and fat and loose in the stays,
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.
At length we stood two cables away,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
But with one fat ball, the Yank stove us in.
Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
Barret was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
And the main trunk carried off both me legs.
Now here I lay in my twenty third year,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
It's been six years since we sailed away,
And I just made Halifax yesterday.
All for Me Grog
Chorus: Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Alternate chorus:
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute
And I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow.
Well, it's all for me hat
Me jolly, jolly hat,
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about
And me head is looking out for better weather
Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather
Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bed
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all tore
And the springs are looking out for better whether.
Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' whence
She’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about
And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.
enjoy!
-melanie