SHANTY LIST


  1. A Drop of Nelson's Blood

    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... 

  2. Salio De Jamiaca

    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.

  3. Waves of the great open sea

    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

  4. The Drunken Sailor Solution

    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!

  5. Vive les Marins, Beau marinier

  6. SOon may the wellerman come.

    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. 

  7. Davey Lowston

    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. 

  8. Across The Line (NZ)

    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. 

     

  9. Fiddler's Green

    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

     

  10. Haul Away Joe

     

    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.

  11. La Complainte des Terre-Neuvas

    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!

  12. La Bella Lola

    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.

  13. Pour le Coeur D'un marin

    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

     

  14. A moi forban

    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 

  15. Quinzes Marins

    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

  16. John Kanak (translated)

    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.

  17. Reagan Dougan

    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)

  18. Come all you tonguers (NZ)

    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

  19. All For Me grog

    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  

  20. Leaving of Liverpool

    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.

  21. six months in a leaky boat

    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

  22. The Eddystone Light

    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! 

  23. Whaling (Dave Dobbyn)

    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... 

     

  24. Anchor Me (Don McGlashan)

    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

     

  25. Sailing

    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.

     

  26. Le Corsaire le Grand Coureur (English)

    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!

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  27. NZ Whales

    Come all of you whalemen who are cruising for sperm.

    Come all of you seamen who have rounded Cape Horn

  28. Blood Red Roses (NZ)

    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

  29. Toia Mai

    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)

  30. Mon Petit Garcon

    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 

    mim                                              si7                        lam        si7    mim

    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 

  31. 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.

    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!

     

  32. Mingulay Boat Song

    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

  33. The Ballad of Young Nick


    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

  34. We're Not In London Now

    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

  35. Hori Waiti

    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