A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm
A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm
A drop of Nelson's Blood wouldn't do us any harm
& We'll all hang on behind.
& We'll roll the old chariot along
& We'll roll the old chariot along
& We'll roll the old chariot along
& We'll all hang on behind.
A can of Double Brown...
A shot of single malt..
A little bit of loving...
A penthouse suite...
A feed of falafel...
Salió de Jamaïca
rumbo_a Nueva York
un barco velero,
un barco velero, cargado de ron.
En medio del mar
el barco se hundió,
la culpa la tuvo
el señor capitán que se emborrachó.
No siento_el barco
no siento_el barco que se perdió;
siento_el marino
siento_el marino y la tripulación.
Pobres marinos,
pobres pedazos del corazón;
que la mar brava,
que la mar brava se los llevó.
Señor capitan:
Señor capitan:
dejeme subir
dejeme subir
a izar la bandera
al palo más alto de su bergantín.
ACCORDEON
Pobres marinos,
pobres pedazos del corazón;
que la mar brava,
que la mar brava se los llevó.
Señor capitan:
Señor capitan:
dejeme subir
dejeme subir
a izar la bandera
al palo más alto de su bergantín.
I've lost patience for dry land
and this slow and powerless fate
Is this life guided by my hands?
Or the man, his coin and the state?
And there's some solace in sweethearts
and in beer drunk among friends
But the gloom grows in the daylight
as we sell our souls to the scum
There's a glory just beyond our sight
it's been passed from father to son
So we'll set our sails tomorrow
and tonight we'll drink merrily
With the wind there's a way to find freedom
on the waves of the great open sea...
Lake Davineer
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Sling him in a long boat till his sober,
Sling him in a long boat till his sober,
Sling him in a long boat till his sober,
Early in the morning!
Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Shave his balls with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
That’s what we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!
There was a ship that put to sea,
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down,
O blow, my bully boys, blow.
Soon may the Wellerman come
And bring us sugar and tea and rum.
One day, when the tonguin' is done,
We'll take our leave and go.
1. 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.
2. Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her.
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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 the Captain, crew, and all.
Oh my name is Davy Lowston, I did seal, I did seal.
My name is Davy Lowston, I did seal.
Though my men and I were lost, though our very lives it cost
We did seal, we did seal, we did seal
We were set down in Open Bay, we were set down, were set down
We were set down in Open Bay, we were set down
We were left we gallant men, never more to sail again
For to seal, for to seal, for to seal.
Our Captain John Bedar he set sail, he set sail.
Our Captain John Bedar he set sail
I'll return, men, without fail. But she foundered in a gale,
And went down, and went down, and went down.
We cured ten thousand skins for the fur, for the fur.
We cured ten thousand skins for the fur.
Brackish water, putrid seal, we did all of us fall ill,
For to die, for to die, for to die.
Come all you sailor lads who sail the sea, sail the sea,
Come all you jolly tars who sail the sea,
Though the schooner Governor Bligh took on some who did not die
Never seal, never seal, never seal.
I've traded with the Maori, Brazilians and Chinese,
I've courted dark-eyed beauties beneath the kauri trees.
I've travelled along with a laugh and a song
in the land where they call you mate,
Around the Horn and home again, for that is the sailor's fate.
Chorus
Across the Line, the Gulf Stream, I've been in Table BayAround the Horn and home again, for that is the sailor's way.
I've run aground in many a sound, without a pilot aboard,
Longboat lowered by lantern light, pushed off and gently oared.
Row-lock creaking, a thumping swell and a wind that'd make you ache,
Who would sail the seven seas and share a sailor's fate?
We've sailed away to Northward, we've hauled away to East,
We've skimmed our sail in the teeth of a gale and stood in the calmest seas.
We've set our course by a Southern Star, by Stewart through the Strait,
Westward round by Milford Sound, for that is the sailor's fate.
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Won’t you take ma away boys me time is not long
Chorus
Wrap me up in me oil-skin and jumper
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you some day in Fiddler’s Green
Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell
Where skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
Chorus
When you get on the docks and the long trip is through
Ther’s pubs and ther’s clubs and ther’s lassies there too
When the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And ther’s bottles of rum growing from every tree
Chorus
Now, I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I’ll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song
Chorus
Wrap me up in me oil-skin and jumper
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you some day in Fiddler’s Green
When I was a little boy so my mother told me, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow mouldy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
King Louis was the King of France
Before the revolution.
Way, haul away, etc.
But then he got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution.
Way, haul, etc.
Oh, once I had a Newtown girl
And she was fat and lazy,
Then I got a Brooklyn gal,
She damn near drove me crazy.
So I got a Tawa girl
And she was kind and tender,
And she left me for a Aucklander,
So young and rich and slender,
Way, haul away,
I'll sing to you of Nancy.
Way, haul away,
She's just my cut and fancy.
Oh, once I was in Napier
Workin' at the New World
Now im on the J'Ville Line
A-hauling suits and school girls
The cook is in the galley,
Making duff so handy,
And the captain's in his cabin
Drinkin' wine and brandy.
Way, haul away,
The good ship is a-bowling
Way, haul away,
The sheet is now a-blowing.
Way, haul away,
We'll haul away together.
Way, haul away,
We'll haul for better weather.
Il faut qu'tout l'monde mange ici-bas!
C'est-y pas vrai ? (bis)
Il faut qu'tout l'monde mange ici-bas!
C'est-y pas vrai
Les Terre-Neuvas ?
Nous autres si l'on part sur l'bateau.
C'est-y pas vrai ? (bis)
C'est pour faire manger nos petiots
C'est-y pas vrai
Les Terre-Neuvas ?
Des fois l'un d'nous tombe dans la mer
C'est comme une grande gueule affamée.
Tant pis pour lui, le pauvr' garçon
Faut qu'ils mangent aussi, les poissons !
Les ceusses qui restent après ça
S'mettent à pêcher ces poissons là!
S'mettent à pêcher avec ardeur,
C'est pour engraisser l'armateur !
Il faut qu'tout l'monde mange ici bas !
Y'a qu'nos petiots qui ne mangent pas !
Puisqu'on ne gagne pas sur l'bateau
De quoi faire manger nos petiots !
Alors qu'est-ce qu'on va fout' la-bas ?
Alors qu'est-ce qu'on va fout' la-bas?
On va pêcher avec not'coeur
C'est pour engraisser l'armateur!
Después de un año de no ver tierra
porque la guerra me lo impidió,
me fui al puerto donde se hallaba
la que adoraba mi corazón,
i ay que placer
sentia yo
cuando en la playa sacó el pañuelo y me saludó!
Pero después,
vino hacia mi,
me dio un abrazo y en aquel lazo creí morir
Cuando en la playa la bella Lola,
su larga cola luciendo va,
los marineros se vuelven locos
y hasta el piloto pierde el compas! (collons com plou!)
i ay que placer
sentia yo
cuando en la playa sacó el pañuelo y me saludó!
Pero después,
vino hacia mi,
me dió un abrazo y en aquel lazo creí morir
La cubanita tenia un hijo,
y aquel panchito se le murió,
el marinero la consolaba:
« no llores Lola, yo te haré dos! » (o veinte i dos!)
i ay que placer
sentia yo
cuando en la playa sacó el pañuelo y me saludó!
Pero después,
vino hacia mi,
me dió un abrazo y en aquel lazo creí morir.
Du port de Nantes a Amsterdam
Quand s'arrachent les bateaux
Que le vent se leve tot
Les voiles claquent pour les oiseaux
D'Aberdeen à Copenhague
Lève ton verre à la santé
Des Filles et des marées
Le ciel est chaud sous ton chapeau
De Primel à Barcelone
Quand le faim se fait chagrin
sur le terre D'un Gamin
done le Père était marin
De Marseille à Odessa
prend son chagrin par la main
met le ciel sous son chapeau
Son coeur chante pour les oiseaux
Et de Brest à Syracuse
Dans le fumée des cargos
charger vider t'as dans l'dos
L'envie de voler des oiseaux
A moi forban, que m'importe la gloire
Les lois du monde et qu'importe la mort !
Sur l'océan j'ai planté ma victoire
Et j'bois mon vin dans une coupe d'or
Vivre d'orgie est ma seule espérance,
Le seul bonheur que j'ai pu conquérir ;
Refrain: Vin qui pétille,
Femme gentille,
Sous tes baisers brûlants d'amour,
Plaisirs, bataille,
Vive la canaille !
je bois, je chante et je tue tour à tour
Peut-être au mât d'une barque étrangère,
Mon corps un jour servira d'étendard;
Et tout mon sang rougira la galère :
Aujourd'hui fête et, demain, le hasard...
Allons esclave, allons, debout mon brave !
Buvons la vie et le vin à grands pots !
Aujourd'hui fête et, demain, peut-être,
Ma tête ira faire son trou dans les flots.
Peut-être un jour, par un coup de fortune,
Je capturerai l'or d'un riche galion.
Et riche, alors, à vous acheter la lune,
Je m'en irai vers d'uates horizons...
Là, respecté tout com me un gentilhomme,
Moi, qui n efus qu'un forban, qu'un bandit,
Je pourrai comme le fils d'un roi, tout comme,
Comme un bourgeois mourir dans un vrai lit
Quinzes marins sur le bahu du mort
yop là ho une bouteille de ruhm
A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort
Yop là ho et une bouteille de ruhm
Long John Silver a pris le commandement
des marins , et vogue la galère.
Il tient ses hommes comme il tient le vent
Tout le monde à peur de John Long Silver
Refrain
C'est lui le second du corsaire
Le capitaine Flerit dis la colère
Est revenu du royaume des morts
Pour hanter la cache au trésor
Refrain
Essaie un peu de le contrecarrer
Et tu iras où d'autres sont allés
Quelqu's'uns aux vergues et quelq's'uns par d'sus bord
Tout le monde pour nourrir les poissons d'abord!
Refrain
Tous finiront par danser la gigue
La corde au cou au quai des pendus
Toi John Forest et toi John Merwig
Si près du gibet qu'j'en ai l'cou tordu
On a whaling ship John woke today
John Kanak Kanak a too la aye
just as some bloke called anchors away !
John Kanak Kanak a too la aye
Chorus
Ah too la aye ah too la aye
John Kanak Kanak a too la aye
Ah too la aye ah too la aye
John Kanak Kanak a too la aye
They signed 'em up in a beer cafe
got em' drunk for free but soon he'd pay
Now he hoists the sail in the cold sea spray
while the bastard captain he sips Mount Gay !
Rounding Cape Horn John started to pray
But god is cruel in a stormy way
They Looked for whales or the live long day
ain't caught naught but the towering waves
John jumped 'a' ship down at Spirits Bay
Met a Maori girl from Whangarei
Now John's content with his Wahine
Swears to her he'll never whale again.
t'was an illustrious crew
aboard the Manchester
all bucaneers o' the big blue
and captained by Spencer
a chain o' gold or a wooden leg
whatever, come what may
The pirate oath 'll keep us true
until judgement day!
Refrain
So Reagan Dougan
and the sailor folk Hi Ho
stand by to board! & then our hoard!
will only grow & grow!
Slay 'em all for the haul
or your final hurrah
'll be to hang your neck in noose
like a pompous bourgeois
t'was a sacred gang 'o scum
sea farin' pirates all
scallywags each n everyone
at daylight & night fall
to steal, & loot & stab & shoot
it's our occupation
for the gold you have to kill
it's no quarter given!
Refrain
Revelrie, addled frenzy
no fear o' hangin' dead
your heart lives on dreams of sea
your hands are bloody red
for a lass or an affront
we'll fight another day
we only dream of the hunt
for it's no prey, means no pay!
Refrain
Hurrah the girls hurrah the fair
we moor in the caribees
we gonna drink up to forget
great carnage of the seas
And in my final battle fought
my arm got cut right off
after one thousand coins were swiped
from a stickin bourgeois toff
(Michel Tonnere - Translated)
Come all you tonguers and land-loving lubbers
Here's a job cutting-in and boiling down blubbers
A job for the youngster or old and ailing
The agent will grab any man for shore whaling
Chorus:
I am paid in soap and sugar and rum
For cutting in whale and boiling down tongue
The agent's fee makes my blood so to boil
I'll ... push! him in a hot pot of oil
Go hang the agent, the company too
They are making a fortune off me and off you
No chance of a passage from out of this place
And the price of living's a blooming disgrace
Chorus 2x
CHORUS
well it's All For Me Grog me jolly jolly grog
all for me beer and tobacco
well I spent all me tin on the ladies drinkin gin
across the western ocean I will wander
Well it's all for me boots me noggin noggin boots
gone for me beer and tobacco
well the heels are worn ot
and the toes are kicked about
and the sole is lookin out for better weather
CHORUS
well it's all for me shirt me noggin noggin shirt
all for me beer and tobacco
well the collar it is worn
and the sleeves they are all torn
the tail is looking out for better weather
CHORUS
Well I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
since I've been ashore for me slumber
well I spent all me dough
on the ladies don't ye know
across the western ocean I will wander
CHORUS
Farewell to you my own true love,
I am going far,far a way,
I am bound for California,
And I know that I'll return someday.
Chorus
So fare thee well my own true love,
And When I return united we will be
Its not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee.
I have slipped on Yankee clipper ship
Davey Crockett is her name,
And Burgees is the captain of her
And they say that she's a floating hell.
I have sailed with Burgess once before,
And I think I know him well,
If a man's a salor he will get along,
If not then he's sure for hell.
Oh the sun is in the harbour love,
And I wish I could remain,
For I know it will be a long,long time,
Before I see you again.
When I was a young boy, I wanted to sail around the world
That's the life for me, living on the sea
Spirit of a sailor, circumnavigates the globe
The lust of a pioneer, will acknowledge no frontier
I remember you by, thunderclap in the sky
Lightning flash, tempers flare, 'round the horn if you dare
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Lucky just to keep afloat
Aotearoa, rugged individual
Glisten like a pearl, at the bottom of the world
The tyranny of distance, didn't stop the cavalier
So why should it stop me? I'll conquer and stay free
Ah c'mon all you lads, let's forget and forgive
There's a world to explore, tales to tell back on shore
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Six months in a leaky boat
Ship-wrecked love can be cruel, don't be fooled by her kind
There's a wind in my sails will protect and prevail
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky boat
My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light
And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
Out of this union there came three
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
One night, as I was a-trimming the glim
Singing a verse from the evening hymn
I head a voice cry out an Ahoy!
And there was my mother, sitting on a buoy.
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
Oh, what has become of my children three?
My mother then inquired of me.
One's on exhibit as a talking fish
The other was served in a chafing dish.
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair.
I looked again, and my mother wasn't there
But her voice came angrily out of the night
To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
Verse 1:
Sing Bravo, Bravo
You're A Brave, Brave Man
I Know It's Just Bravado
You Never Sink 'cos You Swim
And When Your Ship Can't Handle
The Heavy Seas
Your Spirits Will Get You Through
No Down On Bended Knees
You Sing Save Me, Save Me
Save Me From Myself
I'm The First To Get Trigger Happy
The First To Think Of My Own Health
Chorus:
'cos I'm, Oh I'm
'cos I'm Whaling, Out On The Green
I'll Never Get Used To The Sea
But I'm Whaling, Manning My Harpoon
Not Where I Want It To Be
But I'm Whaling, Feel Like Jonah
Never Meaning You No Harm
But I'm Whaling, Next Port Of Call
Back In My Sweet Baby's Arms
In A Room, Close, Savouring Our Love
While We Got Rest And Recreation
Verse 2:
Ooo You Sing Bravo, Bravo
Save Me From Myself
I'm The First To Get Trigger Happy
The First To Think Of My Own Health
Chorus...
Full fathom five
Someday I'll lie
Singing songs that come
From dead men's tongues
Anchor me, anchor me
As the compass turns
And the glass it falls
Where the storm clouds roll
And the gulls they call
Anchor me, anchor me,
anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me
Let the salt spray lash
The shivering skin
Where the green waves crash
And the whirlpools spin
Anchor me, anchor me,
anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me
Where the banshees cry
And the bells they sound
When you lift me high
When you pull me down
When you pull me down
When you pull me down
Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea, your deep blue sea
In the middle of your deep blue sea, your deep blue sea
Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me
I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
I am flying, I am flying,
like a bird 'cross the sky.
I am flying, passing high clouds,
to be with you, to be free.
Can you hear me, can you hear me
thro' the dark night, far away,
I am dying, forever trying,
to be with you, who can say.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
thro' the dark night far away.
I am dying, forever trying,
to be with you, who can say.
We are sailing, we are sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
We are sailing stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free.
Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free,
Oh Lord.
The corsaire the grand coureur
a vessel of disaster
when the fleet leave the shore
in pursuit of enemy
the wind, the waves, and the war
turn against these men of sea
C'mon all hands hooray
c'mon all hands hoorah!
From Lorient to the great seas
with good waves and good breeze
it tacks to portside fast
navigates the way with ease
But alas a gust strikes the mast
Behold the state of our spars!
We must repair for the race
hoist the sails at a pace
whilst we work with good cheer
Look to the starboard, sail ho!
And sure enough a great ship appears
carronades signal our foe..
It was an English ship it's true
with gunports and deadly crew
a trader in human souls
but the french know not fear
No we will fight till the death knell toll
the battle's why we're here
With heavy fire danger grows
we return them blow for blow
and the beards of the brave
are steaming in the fight
and then a mist drowns us like a wave
and the enemy take flight!
And our swag after 6 months?
just three times they breached our front
a fleet full of such loot
halfwrecked and but no defeat
One boat was filled with empty boots
another packed with rotten meat!
For the battles yet to come
we got feasts second to none
we've rancid lard & beans
vinegar in lieu of wine
rotten sea bread fit for a queen
a shot of camphor rise & shine!
If the story of grand coureur
does cause your heart to stir
One request it's sincere
To drink, drink away
be it wine, be it rum, be it beer
Privateers will cheer hooray!
Come all of you whalemen who are cruising for sperm.
Come all of you seamen who have rounded Cape Horn
Come all you sealers and listen to me
A lovely song I'll sing to thee
was in 1803
That we set sail for the Southern seas
Oh you pinks and posies
come down blood red roses come down
Tōia mai te waka nei
Kūmea mai te waka nei
Ki te takotoranga i takoto ai
Tiriti te mana motuhake
Te tangi a te manu nei
Pipiwharauroa
Kūi kūi kūi
Whitiwhiti ora
Hui e, taiki e
TANE (while Wahine repeat above)
Kokoma i te kokoma
Ko te hau tapu
e rite ki te kai ngā matariki (pakia)
Tapa rereia koia tapa
Tapa kononua koiana tukua i aue hi
(Ara Aotearoa e ngunguru nei)
I au! Au! Au ha! I a ha ha !!!
Ka tū te winiwini Ka tū te wanawana
I runga i te rangi e tū iho nei tū iho
Ara totōia kumekumea hi!!!
English
Haul this canoe
drag the canoe up here
to its resting place;
the Treaty gives us our autonomy.
May the cry of the bird,
the shining cuckoo
- Quee! Quee! Quee! -
signal a change for the better.
Draw together, become intertwined!
(from folksong.org.nz):Toia Mai te waka nei is the second verse of a song that master carver Piri Poutapu composed after he was instructed by Te Puea Herangi, in 1936, to build seven carved waka taua representing the people of the seven principal voyaging canoes that arrived in Aotearoa from Hawaiki.
The waka taua would go to Waitangi for the 1940 centennial of the signing of the Treaty. They would be shown nationwide on newsreels in picture theatres as symbols of a Maori renaissance. And hapu scratching a living in depopulated back country areas, impoverished and isolated after a century of war, poverty and epidemics, would get the message that conditions were about to change for the better. (John Archer)
Mim Si7 mim
Dans la côte à la nuit tombée, on chante encore sur les violons
Mim si7 mim
Au bistrot sur l’accordéon, c'est pas la bière qui te fait pleurer
mim lam mim si7
Et l'accordéon du vieux Joe envoie le vieil air du matelot
Mim si7 lam Si7 mim
Fout des embruns au fond des yeux et qu’ça te r’prend chaque fois qu'il pleut
Refrain:
mim si7 mim
Mon petit garçon met dans ta tête. Y'a qu'les chansons qui font la fête
mim si7 mim
Et crois-moi depuis l'temps qu'je traîne, j'en ai vu pousser des rengaines.
mim lam mim si7
De Macao à la Barbade, ça fait une paye que j'me balade
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Et l'temps qui passe à fait aux vieux une bordée de rides autour des yeux
Allez Joe fais nous l'Irlandais qu't'as appris quand tu naviguais
Pendant ton escale à Galway du temps où t'étais tribordais
Du temps où c'était pas la joie payé au grain dans les pavois
Les mains coupées par l'vent glacé sans même la force de fredonner
Et y'a l'temps qui mouille au dehors, dans la voilure, y a l'vent du nord
Les yeux des filles belles à aimer et la chanson qui t'fait pleurer
Et même si t'as pas navigué, t'as l'droit de boire avec les autres
T'es quand même un frère de la côte et t'as même le droit d'la gueuler
Quand on s'ra saouls comme des bourriques, on ira chanter sur les quais
En rêvant des filles du Mexique, les chants des navires négriers
« Hal , sur la bouline Envoyez ! » « Quand la boiteuse va t'au marché »
« Quand on virait au Cabestan » et toutes les vieilles chansons d'Antan
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
. Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrariwise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Chorus
Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys
Swing her head round and all together
Heel yo ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay
What care we though white the minch is
What care we for wind or weather
Swing her head round, every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay
Chorus
Wives are waiting by the quayside
They've been waiting since break of day-o
Swing her head round, every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay
Chorus
When the wind is wild with shouting
And the waves mount ever higher
Anxious eyes turn ever seaward
To see us home, boys, to Mingulay
I was born 10th of 10 in a town by the sea
And my father's heart died when my mother died bearing me
Dragged up in sorrow and always alone
still my heart did beat and my limbs did grow
Yo Ho
When he'd grown tired of beating me blue
My father said 'I know who'll know what to do with you'
And off i was bundled to the reverend's school
Where the bullies were huge
and the teacher was cruel
And the switch did swing and the tears did flow
Yo Ho
Five years I suffered and fagged and was flogged
In the name of an absent and furious god
And I learned how to spell and I learned how to hide
And the bruises did heal but the scars did show
Yo Ho
And it came in the spring of my eleventh year
That I’d had all the beatings that one boy could bear
And I leapt out my window and ran through the night
With my hands all a-shake and heart pounding with fright
And the fear did spur and my heels did fly
Yo Ho
Plymouth’s ten miles from the place of my birth
But I wanted to run to the ends of the earth
So I hobbled on broken feet down to the docks
Where the night ladies flirt and the cutpurses flock
Yo Ho
I chose the first unguarded ship that I found
And I boarded though I knew not where she was bound
And I huddled my bones in a lifeboat astern
And I swore I’d not move, though the whole ship should burn
‘till the anchors did weigh and the horizon did grow
Yo Ho
Three days from shore I was found by the crew
Huddled and starving and too weak to move
And I asked them all if I was going to die
And they told me “That’s for Captain Cook to decide”
Yo Ho
He said “By rights I should cast you straight overboard
You’re a spare mouth to feed that we can ill afford
But I’ll see that you’re fed if you’ll see that you earn it
And I pray for your sake you’ll be quick to learn
For the sea loves to feed on a sailor that’s slow,”
Yo Ho
Now I’ve toiled like a dog from that day to this
I’ve seen times so hard that I tell you I’ve missed even
The rod of the Reverend and my father’s fists
When the cold waves did tower and the killer winds did blow
Yo Ho
I’ve looked on in horror as not once but twice
That mad captain drove us through oceans of ice
And he’d not change his order and he’d heed no advice
Though the sails set solid and the ropes were like iron
And the frozen air filled with the groans of the dying
Yo Ho
I’ve seen men marooned, glad to watch us set sail
I’ve seen a princess held hostage, seen spears fly like hail
I’ve seen good men go under while bad men prevail
Still my heart does beat and my limbs do grow
Yo Ho
I was born 10th of 10 in a town by the sea
And my father’s heart died when my mother died bearing me
My heart still lives, and it longs to be home
And it fears that I’m destined forever to roam
Where the cold waves tower and the killer winds blow
Yo Ho
Well a ship brought him from a far away land
Where the labour worked in 14 hour stands
He docked in a place called end of sand
& he said to Mary he’d thought himself a plan.
We’re not in london now
We will not let them take all the light of our days
It could be 8 hours that we work here
8 hours for to sleep
8 hours with the family and the company you keep
As the boats sailed in to Port Nicholsan
Sam Parnell gone welcomed all of them
And he called on all the women and all the men
To never work more than 8 hours again
We’re not in london now
It must be on these terms or be thrown in sea!
Yes it’s 8 hours that we work here
8 hours for to sleep
8 hours with the family and the company you keep
From these marks i earn my keeop
I cannot work still i must eat
and when i look into the glass
for my family I weep
Born a sailor born to work
down here they use me as a clerk
the sea it called, a call I heed
From Sydney’s shores I promptly fleed.
With captain brown mastered my trade
of flax and guns and regions gained
I learned the language of the coast
within one year I earned a post
A stranger in Mahia
one hundred miles from pakeha
I slept my musket by my side
I feared each hour for my life
I earned the trust of tribe and chief
my spirit grew i gained belief
and so to bind me to the land
the chief offered his daughters hand
A ship was sent from Sydney town
with word i was to be shut down
for my friends and world i grieved
my wife with child i wouldn’t leave
It was time of war and death
my iwi swore they would protect
pledged my honour to my tribe
fought with my brothers by my side
Armed with slaves in search of flax
one night ngai te rangi attacked
we fought till every man was beaten
all but i was killed and eaten
The rival chief pled that i stay
that i fight and that i trade
the jealous said they’d eat my heart
they called for proof i’d play my part
For seven days they cut my face
then in the rain I fled in haste
cries of joy when I appeared
musket shots revenge declared
100 toa I lead to war
In the siege of Kekeparoa
and with my moko entire
a rangatira or a liar
2 years i lived in happiness
the likes i will forever miss
then the sea it called a call i heed
for this i’m cursed and now i bleed
The Bardester of liverpool
would make land make me a fool
sydney bound my wife i left
of brothers and of sons bereft
Every night I sell this story
for the coin more than the glory
no man’s known more regret
those distant islands haunt me yet.
And the sea keeps us apart
across the sea i left my heart