Maid on the Shore
(Traditional)

There was a fair maiden she lived all alone;
She lived all alone on the shore, oh.
No one could she find for to calm her sweet mind,
But to wander alone on the shore, shore, shore,
To wander alone on the shore, oh.

There was a brave captain who sailed a fine ship,
And the weather being steady and fair, oh.
"I shall die, I shall die," this dear captain did cry,
"If I can't have that maid on the shore, shore, shore,
If I can't have that maid on the shore”, oh.

After many persuasions they brought her on board.
He seated her down on his chair, oh.
He invited her down to his cabin below,
Farewell to all sorrow and care, oh,
Farewell to all sorrow and care, oh.

"I'll sing you a song," this fair maid did cry.
This captain was weeping for joy, oh.
She sang it so sweetly, so soft and completely,
She sang captain and sailors to sleep, oh,
Captain and sailors to sleep, oh.

Well, she robbed them of jewels, she robbed them of wealth.
She robbed them of costly fine fare, oh.
The captain's broadsword she used as an oar,
She rowed her way back to the shore, shore, shore,
She rowed her way back to the shore, oh.

Oh, the men, they were mad and the men, they were sad.
They were deeply sunk down in despair, oh.
To see her go away with her booty so gay,
With her rings and her things and her fine fare, oh,
Rings and her things and her fine fare, oh.

"Well, don't be so sad and sunk down in despair,
And you should have known me before, oh.
I sang you to sleep and I robbed you of wealth,
Well, again I'm a maid on the shore, shore, shore,
Again I'm a maid on the shore”.

“Well, again I'm a maid on the shore, shore, shore
Again I'm a maid on the shore”.

Henry Martin
(Traditional)

There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.

The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all of the three,
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.

They had not been sailing but a long winter's night,
And part of a short winter's day,
When he did espy a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship, 
Come a-bibin’ down on them straight-way.

"Hello, hello," cried Henry Martin,
"What makes ye sail so nigh?”
"I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London-town, London-town, London-town,
Would you please for to let us pass by."

"Oh no, oh no," cried Henry Martin,
"This thing it never can be,
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain my two brothers and me."

"So lower your topsail and brail up your mizzen,
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give to you a full cannonball, cannonball, cannonball,
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.”

“Oh no, we won’t lower our lofty topsail, 
Nor bring our ship under your lee,
And you shan’t take from us our rich merchant goods, merchant goods, merchant goods,
Nor point our bold guns to the sea.”

So broadside, and broadside, and at it they went,
For fully two hours or three,
‘Til Henry Martin gave them the death shot, the death shot, the death shot,
And straight to the bottom went she.

Sad news, sad news, to old England came,
Sad news to fair London town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away, cast away, cast away,
And all of her merry men drowned.

John Kanaka
(Traditional)

I heard, I heard the old man say,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay,  Today, today is a holiday,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.

Chorus:
Oh, too-lie-ay, oh, too-lie-ay!
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay. (2x)

We work tomorrow, but not today,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.
Oh, we work tomorrow, but not today,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.

(Chorus)

We’re bound away for the ‘Frisco Bay,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.
We’re bound away at the break of day,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.

(Chorus)

We’re bound away around Cape Horn,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.
You’ll wish to God you were never born.
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.

(Chorus)

Oh haul, oh haul, oh, haul, haul away,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.
Oh, haul away, and make your pay,
John Kanaka-naka too-lie-ay.

(Chorus 2x)

Shenandoah
(Traditional)

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, you rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, I'm bound away, 'cross the wide Missouri.

Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Away, you rolling river.
For her I'd cross, your roamin’ waters,
Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

'Tis seven long years, since last I've seen you,
And hear your rolling river, 
'Tis seven long years, since last I've seen you,
Away, I’m bound away, ‘cross the wide Missouri.

Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river.
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, away, away, I’m bound away, 
‘cross the wide Missouri.

Bonnie Ship the Diamond
(Traditional)

The Diamond is a ship, m’lads, for the Davis Straights she’s bound,
And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lasses ‘round.
Captain Thomas gives the orders, to sail the ocean wide,
And the sun it never sets m’lads, nor darkness dims the sky.

Chorus:
And it’s cheer up me lads! Let your hearts never fail!
For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a fishin’ for the whale! (2x)

Upon the quay at Peterhead, the lasses gather ‘round,
With their shawls all pulled about them, and the salt tears running down.
Now don’t you cry my bonny lass, though you’ll be left behind,
For the rose will grow on Greenland’s ice before I’ve changed my mind!

(Chorus)

Here’s health to the Resolution, likewise the Eliza Dame,
Here’s health to the Battle of Montrose, and the Diamond ship of fame!
We wear the trousers of the white, and the jackets of the blue,
When we return to Peterhead, we’ll have sweethearts anew!

(Chorus)

It’ll be bright both the day and night, when the Greenland lads return,
With a ship that’s full of oils m’lads, and monies for to burn!
We’ll make a cradle for to rock, and the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead will sing “Hush-a-bye my dear!”.

(Chorus)

And it’s cheer up me lads! Let your hearts never fail!
For the bonny ship the Diamond goes a fishin’ for the whale!

Jackaroe
(Traditional)

There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell,
He had a lovely daughter, the truth to you I'll tell,
Oh, the truth to you I'll tell.
 
She had sweethearts a-plenty, and men of high degree,                   
There was none but Jack the sailor, her true love e'er could be,
Oh, her true love e'er could be.

Now, Jackie's gone a-sailing, with trouble on his mind,
To leave his native country, and his darling girl behind,
Oh, his darling girl behind.

She went into a tailor shop, and dressed in men's array,
And stepped on board a vessel to convey herself away,
Oh, convey herself away.

"Before you step on board, sir, your name I'd like to know,”
She smiled all in her countenance, “They call me Jackaroe,
Oh, they call me Jackaroe.”

"Your waist is light and slender, your fingers are neat and small,
Your cheeks too red and rosy, to face the cannonball,
Oh, to face the cannonball.”

"I know my waist is slender, my fingers neat and small,
But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall,
Oh, to see ten thousand fall.”

The war soon being over, they hunted all around,
And among the dead and dying, her darling boy she found,
Oh, her darling boy she found.

She picked him up all in her arms, and carried him to the town,
And sent for a physician who quickly healed his wounds,
Oh, who quickly healed his wounds.

This couple they got married and well did they agree,
This couple they got married, so why not you and me,
Oh, so why not you and me.

Santiano
(Traditional)

Santiana gained the day, away Santiano!
Santiana gained the day,
All on the plains of Mexico!
 

Mexico, Oh Mexico, away Santiano!
Mexico is the place I know!
All on the plains of Mexico!

Them y****r girls I do adore, away Santiano!
With their shinin’ eyes and their coal black hair,
All on the plains of Mexico!

Why do them y****r girls love me so, away Santiano!
Because I won’t tell them all I know,
All on the plains of Mexico!

Them Liverpool girls don’t use no comb, away Santiano!
They combs their hair with a kipper backbone,
All on the plains of Mexico!

When I was a young man in my prime, away Santiano!
I knocked them scouse girls five at a time,
All on the plains of Mexico!

Well, times is hard and wages low, away Santiano!
It’s time for us to roll and go,
All on the plains of Mexico!

Sugar in the Hold
(Traditional)

Well, I wish I was in Mobile Bay,
Screwing cotton all the day,
But I'm stowin’ sugar in the hold below,
Below, below, below.

Chorus:
Hey, ho, below, below,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below! Huh!
Hey, ho, below, below,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below.

Well the J.M. White, she's a new boat,
Stem to stern she's mighty fine.
Beat any boat on the N’awlin’s line,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below. Huh!

(Chorus)

Well, the engineer shouts through his trumpet,
"Tell the mate, we got bad news,
Can't get the steam for the fire in the flue”,
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below. Huh!

(Chorus)

Well, the captain's on the quarter deck,
He’s scratchin’ 'way at his ol’ neck,
And he cries out, "Heave the larboard lead!"
Stowin’ sugar in the hold below. Huh!

(Chorus 2x)

Leave Her Johnny, Leave Her
(Traditional)

I thought I heard the old man say:
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her.
Tomorrow ye will get your pay,
And it’s time for us to leave her.”

Chorus:
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow,
And it's time for us to leave her.

Oh, the wind was foul and the seas ran high,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
She shipped it green and none went by,
And it's time for us to leave her.

(Chorus)

How I hate to sail on this rotten tub,
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
No grog allowed and rotten grub,
And it's time for us to leave her.

(Chorus)

Oh, we swear by rote for want of more,
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
But now we’re through so we'll go on shore,
And it's time for us to leave her.

(Chorus 2x)

A Drop of Nelson’s Blood
(Traditional)

Chorus:
And we’ll roll the old chariot along,
We’ll roll the old chariot along,
We’ll roll the old chariot along,
And we’ll all hang on behind!

Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, (3x)
And we’ll all hang on behind!
 
(Chorus)

Oh, a plate of Irish stew wouldn’t do us any harm, (3x)
And we’ll all hang on behind!

(Chorus)

Oh, a good keg of ale wouldn’t do us any harm (3x)
And we’ll all hang on behind!

(Chorus)

Oh, a handsome kilted man, wouldn’t do us any harm (3x)
And we’ll all hang on behind!

(Chorus 2x)

Libertalia
(Music & Lyrics by Luke Stearns)

I know of a place along the south coast,
Where if you’ve got the burn, you can spend all your gold.
You can smoke ’til you choke, you can drink ’til you’re dead,
You can carry a many fine wench to your bed.

Chorus:
Libertalia, my Libertalia,
Libertalia, where pirates call home.
More smoke than Jamaica, more rum than Tortuga,
More women than all of England, Libertalia.

Well the law she can’t find us, but the picken’s are rich,
From the mogul fleets fat with silver coins and gold bricks.
And any man worth his salt, would sharpen his blade,
For the rum and tobacco of the East Indian trades.

(Chorus)

Well, we sail on the round, and day by day,
We shoot, steal, and kill in the name of good pay.
Even us vagabonds, destined to roam,
Yes, even all us nomads need a place to call home.

(Chorus)
   
Well, Captain Tew birthed it on an African beach,
He said, “Anarchy rules, and there’s plenty for each.
So pass the house pipe, have a share of the rum,
And find yourself a lass who takes pleasure in making you…”

(Chorus)

Yes, we’re bloody pirates, we’re salty sea-dogs,
And just ask the women, we’re filth-minded hogs.
But we’re also a family, a Brethren of the Coast,
So, Gentlemen of Fortune, raise glasses and toast!

(Chorus 2x)

More women than all of Ireland, Libertalia.
More women than all of Scotland, Libertalia.
More women than all the Newlands, Libertalia.