NANCY WHISKEY
aka: Calton Weaver
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
I am a weaver, a Calton weaver,
I am a rash and a roving blade
I've got silver in my pouches
and I'll then follow the roving trade
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
As I come in by Glasgow City,
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
So I gave in, sat down beside her,
seven long years I loved her well
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
The more I loved her, the more she smiled
And I forgot my mother's teaching,
Nancy soon had me beguiled
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
I woke up early in the mornin',
to slake my thirst it was my need
I tried to rise, but was not able,
for Nancy had me by the heid
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
I'll gang back to the Calton weavin',
I surely make the shuttles fly
For I'll make more at the Calton weavin',
than ever I did in the rovin' trade
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
Come all ye weavers, Calton weavers,
and all ye weavers, where e'er you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey,
she'll ruin you as she ruined me
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy Whiskey --
Whiskey, whiskey, Nancy-O
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N / O
NEW YORK GIRLS
(Can't You Dance the Polka)
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As I walked out on South Street,
a fair maid I did meet
Who asked me please, to see her home,
she lived on Bleeker St.
I said “My dear young lady,
I’m a stranger here in town
I left my ship just yesterday,
from Liverpool was bound
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Then away you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls,
Can’t you dance the polka
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I took her out to Tiffany’s.
spared her no expense
I bought her two gold earrings,
they cost me fifteen cents.
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She said "Come with me, dearie,
I'll stand you to a treat
I'll buy you rum and brandy,
dear, and tab-nabs for to eat."
CHORUS:
And when we reached the barroom, boys,
the drinks was handed round
That liquor was so awful strong,
my head went round and round.
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When the-drinking it was over,
we straight to bed did go
And little did I ever think
she'd prove my overthrow
CHORUS:​
When I came to next morning,
I had an aching head
And there was I, Jack-all-alone,
stark naked on the bed.
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I looked all around the room,
but nothing could I see
But a lady's shift and apron
which now belonged to me
CHORUS:
Everything was silent,
the hour was eight o'clock
I put my shift and apron on
and headed for the dock.
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My shipmates seein' me come aboard,
these words to me did say
"Well well, old chap, you've lost your cap
since last you went away."
CHORUS:
"Is this the new spring fashion
the ladies wear ashore?
Where is the shop that sells it?
Have they got any more?"
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The Old Man cried, "Why Jack, my boy,
I'm sure I could have found
A better suit than that, by far,
to buy for eighty pounds."
CHORUS:
So come all you bully sailormen,
take warning when ashore
Or else you'll meet some charming girl
who will lay you on the floor.
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Your hard-earned cash will disappear,
your rig and boots as well
For Yankee girls are tougher than
the other side of Hell.
CHORUS 2x
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OLD MAUI (ROLLING DOWN TO )
It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife …
We whalermen undergo.
And we don't give a damn
when the gale is done …
How hard the winds did blow.
For we're homeward bound...
from the Arctic ground
With a good ship, taut and free...
And we don't give a damn
when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui...
(Chorus)
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys ...
Rolling down to Old Maui ~
We're homeward bound
from the Arctic ground …
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a favourable gale …
Through the ice and wind and rain.
Them native maids, them tropical glades, …
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away …
On the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But now we're bound
from the Arctic ground …
Rolling down to Old Maui.
(Chorus)
Once more we sail with a northerly gale…
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung,
our whaling done …
And we ain't go far to roam.
Our stuns'l bones is carried away …
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, …
Thank God we're homeward bound.
(Chorus)
How soft the breeze
through the island trees …
Now the ice is far astern.
Them native maids, them tropical glades …
Is a-waiting our return.
Even now their big brown eyes look out …
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales …
Rolling down to old Maui.
(Chorus)
And now we're anchored in the bay …
With the Kanakas all around
With chants and soft aloha~oes …
They greet us homeward bound.
And now ashore we'll have good fun …
We'll paint them beaches red
Awaking in the arms of a wahine …
With a big fat aching head.
(Chorus) 2X
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OH, OH, UP SHE RISES
Bob Porter c.1997
When she leaves safe harbor
Headed for the fishin' ground's
unknown waters again
And you wave goodbye to the friends on shore
Steamin' with a northern wind
The waves they roll and the wind's pickin' up
And the night is comin' on fast
She turns her back to the Island shore
Through the high waves she will blast
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CHORUS:
And it's oh, oh, oh, up she rises
The water rolls off of her deck
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises
Guided through the sea by her captain Jack
Oh, oh, up she rises
She's headed straight into the wind
Oh, oh, oh, up she rises
She goes back down, but she rises again
In the morning the winds are calm
And the waters they glisten with the rising sun
The captain says, "All men on deck"
"There's a day's work to be done"
We climb the rails, and we hit the decks
We've reached the fishing grounds at last
We work the day and hear the captain say
"There's a wind storm coming up fast"
(Let's go Bobby, let's go men)
CHORUS
When the catch is made, we steam for home
To a harbour safe and warm
Through a restless night we toss
And turn in the winds and waves of a storm
In the northern gale and a ten foot swell
She's a-cuttin' through the mighty sea
And the sound of a song is heard from below
Men you can hear 'em sing (woo)
CHORUS - 2 X
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