Boston Harbor

(From: The Digital Tratitional Mirror http://sniff.numachi.com)

 

From Boston harbor we set sail

And the wind it was blowin' the devil of a gale

With the ring-tail set all abaft the mizzen peak

And the dolphin striker plowin' up the deep

 

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Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.

 

The up steps the skipper from down below

And he looks aloft, boys, and he looks alow

And he looks alow and he looks aloft

And it's tighten up your ropes, boys, fore and aft.

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Then it's down to his cabin he quickly crawls

To his poor old steward then he bawls

"Fix me a glass that will make me cough

'Cause it's better weather here than it is up aloft."

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While it's we poor seamen that are up on the decks

With the blasted rain falling down our necks

And not a drop of grog will he afford

For he damns our eyes with every other word.

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Now there's just one thing we all do crave

That he will find a watery grave

We will heave him down into some dark hole

Where the sharks'll have his body and the Devil have his soul.

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Now the old bugger is dead and gone

And damn his eyes, he's left a son

And if to us he doesn't prove frank

We'll very soon make him walk the plank.

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Penny Whistle Key of D