A-ROVING
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
Mark well what I say
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
And she was mistress of her trade
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
Chorus:
A-roving, a-roving
Since roving's been my ru-i-in
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
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I took that fair maid for a walk
Mark well what I say
I took that fair maid for a walk
And we had such a loving talk
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
CHORUS:
I put my arm around her waist
Mark well what I say
I put my arm around her waist
So slim and trim and tightly laced
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
CHORUS:
I took that maid upon my knee
Mark well what I say
I took that maid upon my knee
Said she, "Give over! Let me be!"
I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid.
CHORUS:
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A
ALL FOR ME GROG
Chorus:
And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Now, across the western ocean we must wander.
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Where is me hat, me noggy, noggy hat?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well the brim is won out and the crown is kicked about,
And me hair is looking out for better weather.
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Where is me shirt, me noggy, noggy shirt?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, the sleeves are worn out, and the collar's kicked about,
And me tails is looking out for better weather.
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Where are me boots, me noggy, noggy boots?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, the soles are worn out, and the heels are kicked about,
And me toes is looking out for better weather.
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Where are me pants, me noggy, noggy pants?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Well, the cuffs are worn out, and the fly is kicked about,
And me arse is looking out for better weather.
(Chorus)
Where ere me wench, me noggy, noggy wench?
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Her riggings all wore out and her bow’s been knocked about
And her stern is looking out for better weather.
(Chorus)
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I'm sick and stony broke, and I'm parted from me smoke,
And the sky is looking blacker than the thunder,
And the tavern keeper, too, for I haven't got a sou.
That's the way you're treated when you're out and under.
(Chorus)
I'm sick to me head, and I haven't been to bed,
Since first we come ashore with all me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes, and I'm full of pains and aches,
And, I guess, we'd better push out over yonder.
(Chorus)
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ALABAMA
Sh: When the Ala-bama’s keel was laid
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh She was laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh She was laid in the yard of Jonathan Laird
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh It was in the town of Birkenhead
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh Down the Mersey ways she sail-ed then
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh She was Liverpool fitted with guns and men
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh To the Western isles she sail-ed forth
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh To destroy the commerce of the North
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh To Cherbourg port she went one day
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh To take a share of prize money
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh Oh, many a sailor met his doom
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh When the Kearsage she hove in view
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh They shot from the forward pivot that day
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh Shot the Alabama’s hull away
Ch Oh, roll Alabama roll
Sh Off the three mile limit in ‘64
Ch Roll Alabama roll
Sh he Alabama sank to the ocean floor
ALL (Retard) Oh, roll Alabama roll ~
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The AULD TRIANGLE
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A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell
ALL: And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
To begin the morning, a screw was bawling
Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell
ALL: And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
The lags were sleeping, humpy Gussy was creeping
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal
ALL: And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women
'Tis among them I wish I did dwell
ALL: Then the auld triangle, could go jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
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AWAY RIO
Traditional - As sung by Captain Jesse Schaffer
I'll sing you a song, a good song of the sea,
Away, Rio.
I'll sing you a song if you'll sing it with me,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande.
[Chorus]
(And it's) Away, Rio, away, Rio!
It's fair ye well my pretty young girls,
And we're bound for the Rio Grande!
We'll man up the capstan and run her around,
We'll haul up the anchor to this jolly old sound.
[Chorus]
The chain's up and down now the bos'n did say,
Heave up to the hawsepipe the anchor's aweigh.
[Chorus]
The anchor's aweigh and the sails are all set,
The gals we are leaving we'll never forget.
[Chorus]
It's goodbye to Sally and goodbye to Sue,
And them that are listening it's goodbye to you.
[Chorus]
We've a jolly good ship and a jolly good crew,
We've a jolly good mate and a good skipper too.
[Chorus]
Our ship went a-sailing out over the bar,
We've pointed our bow to the great southern stars.
[Chorus]
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