Haul Away Joe!

​Traditional

When I was a little boy so me mother told me
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would all grow moldy
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe

First I met a Yankee girl she was fat and lazy
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe
Then I met an Irish girl she damn near drove me crazy
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe

Way haul away we’ll haul away together
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe

Saint Patrick was a gentle man he came from decent people
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe
He built a church in Dublin town and on it put a steeple
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe

King Louis was the king of France afore the revolution
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe
But then he got his head cut off it spoiled his constitution
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe

Way haul away we’re bound for better weather
Way haul away we’ll haul away Joe

Filler Up

by Micky Slinger

We were beatin’ up the channel seven days from Portsmouth fair
Beneath the Bastille batteries as close as we would dare
Though the wind was blowin’ with a fury from the beach
Even on the uproll our guns were out of reach
But just as we had tacked our cannons pointed at the sky
Excuse me sir it seems to me my tankard’s runnin’ dry

Oh filler up and drink it down and tell another tale
That’s always been the story since the day I learned to sail
I spent all my advance you see as every sailor does
So pay for my next pint and I’ll remember where I was

The call that was heard cross the decks came “fire as you bear!”
The shots rang out in unison and whistled through the air
We all gave a cheer before the bosuns call did sound
And the fighting tops reported the Bastille was falling down
But before we could enjoy it the call came down “A sail!”
It appears I’m empty sir I’ll need another ale

Oh filler up and drink it down and tell another tale
always been the story since the day I learned to sail
spent all my advance you see as every sailor does
pay for my next pint and I’ll remember where I was

Upon further inspection it was not one sail but three
And without course correction we’d soon fall under their lee
We tacked and fired right through the lot with two ships cast away
When the biggest ship I’d ever seen
Came sailing out the bay
She was twice the size and twice the men and twice again the guns
And sir with your permission I should like to try the rum

Oh filler up and drink it down and tell another tale
That’s always been the story since the day I learned to sail
I spent all my advance you see as every sailor does
So pay for my next pint and I’ll remember where I was

It was the bloodiest of battles the likes of which you never seen
and even just the thought of it leaves my skin turning green
Sadly on that note my friend I fear I’m bound for bed
The rum has left the cannon fire ringin’ in my head
But if you’ll meet me here tomorrow and if you will buy the round
I’ll tell you how the story ends and how I came to town.

Oh filler up and drink it down and tell another tale
That’s always been the story since the day I learned to sail
I spent all my advance you see as every sailor does
So pay for my next pint and I’ll remember where I was
And if you’ll meet me here tomorrow I’ll remember where I was…

Follow the Money

by Cray Z. Fish

Once upon a time was a man named David
knew the value of a dollar
Shoveling dung ever since he was young
He wore a distinctive collar
Had him a wife and a couple of boys
Simon, Alvin and Ted
Put’em in school and said follow the rules
or else you’re gonna end up dead

Say follow the money is the first rule sonny
Most important rule we got
Follow the money I’m not talkin’ funny
Second rule is don’t get caught

Simon was an intellectual boy
Tried to live by the book
Tried to write a proof for
Good ol Martin Luther
Till he got his own goose cooked
Cause the inquisition took the position
The Vatican aims to please
Took him in possession
tried for a confession
Simon died of disease

So follow the money is the first rule sonny
Most important rule we got
Follow the money I’m not talkin’ funny
Second rule is don’t get caught

Now Alvin was clever.
Thought “The book? Whatever!
Holiness is very nice,
But to ease your struggle,
I’m gonna smuggle
In a ship of Indian spice”
Feeling pretty chipper
he became a skipper
sailed away to Zanzibar
Kept what he was earnin
Made his return in
A ship called the Southern Star

Said follow the money is the first rule sonny
Most important rule we got
Follow the money I’m not talkin’ funny
Second rule is don’t get caught

Now Theodore’s my geezer
What a people pleaser
Knows how your money is spent
Went to sell the opus
to some drunken popists
right before the start of lent
He swapped the smugglers
for a bunch of jugglers
people thought that he was mad
But he made about a million
with his pavilion
what can I say that’s dad!

Said follow the money is the first rule sonny
Most important rule we got
Follow the money I’m not talkin’ funny
Second rule is don’t get caught

Now me and my station
got the education,
last us the rest of our lives
My brother’s in the navy
I’m eatin gravy
enjoying my pubs and all of your wives.
Now you may think its cute
I’m dancin’ round in my boots
and a bobbin around in my hat
But I got your gold
While the gospel’s getting told
Now what do you think about that‽

Now follow the money is the first rule sonny
Most important rule we got
Follow the money I’m not talkin’ funny
Second rule is don’t get caught

Say follow the money is the first rule sonny
Most important rule we got
Follow the money I’m not talkin’ funny
Second rule is don’t get caught

A bubba bubba don’t get caught!

Leprechaun’s Gold

by Micky Slinger

A beggar went walking to market one day
Dreaming of ill-gotten goods
When off in a clearing he spied a wee leprechaun
Wanking away in the woods

The beggarman thought a sight such as this
No mortal man ever has seen
Well I’ll hide in the bush and wait for a spell
And see if he doesn’t cum green’

And it’s oh dear wee little leprechaun
Wanking away in the glen
I know once you see it, it can’t be unseen
But let’s wait and see how this ends

The leprechaun working towards tossing his seed
Was perched on a small wooden chair
Still wearing shirt his waistcoat and hat
But other than that he was bare

And in front of his bits was a cast iron pot
Which was empty or it did seem so
But as he kept at it ‘fore the beggarman’s eyes
It suddenly started to glow

And it’s oh dear wee little leprechaun
In the woods casting a spell
I know once you see it, it can’t be unseen
Well let’s hope the story ends well

The leprechaun grunted he panted and howled
And finally started to cry
Then out came a stream of yellow and red
And orange shot into the sky

Then purple and green what a sight to be seen
As upward the rainbow was shot
Then out of the glen came the clinking of gold
As the coins they fell into the pot

And it’s oh dear wee little leprechaun
Making his gold in the wood
I know once you see it, it can’t be unseen
So let’s hope the story ends good

Then the leprechaun panting sat down on his chair
And looked at his fresh pot of gold
Then he called to the beggar “Well come have a drink
For it’s rude to exclude I’ve been told”

The beggarman wary came out of the bush
And the leprechaun tossed him a flask
“You caught me” says he “the rule is you see,
Three wishes for you is my task”

And it’s oh dear wee little leprechaun
You were most certainly caught
I know once you see it, it can’t be unseen
And you filled a mighty big pot

“Well me first two wishes” the beggarman said
“Will sure be for money and fame,
But me last wish is selfless for wee men like you
To make rainbows and gold without pain”

The beggarman’s wishes were granted o’ course
And he lived out his last years in style
But now when the leprechaun count out their gold
It is done with a song and a smile!

And it’s oh dear wee little leprechaun
Filling the forests with song
I know once you see it, it can’t be unseen
So goodbye, farewell, and so long…

Cruising Round Yarmouth

Traditional

While cruising round Yarmouth
One morning in May
I spied a fair vessel
who do me did say
I’m a fast going packet
Me kind sir says she
I’m ready for cargo
Me hold is quite free

Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day

Now as to her origins
I can’t tell you much
By the cut of her riggin’
I’d say she was Dutch
I threw her my howser and I took her in tow
Broad in the stern she was bluff in the bow

Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day

Well she took me upstairs and her tops’ls she lowered
in her neat little parlour she soon had me moored
She lowered her stuns’ls t’gallants and all
With a lily white hand on me reef tackle fall

Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day

Soon I says ye fair maiden it’s time to give oar
For betwixt wind and water you’ve run me ashore
Me shot lockers empty
Powders all spent
Can’t fire a shot for I’m clogged at the vent!

Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day

So here’s luck to the girl with the long curling locks
Here’s luck to the girl, ran Jack on the rocks
Here’s luck to the doctor who eased all me pain
Squared me main yard and I’m cruising again

Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Singin’ Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day
Fal di ra letty right fal di ral day

Sailor’s Diet

by Micky Slinger

Sailors have been known to eat
Buggered biscuits, rotten meat
Even savor pickled beets
But few will dine on fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

Well sailing men take their rum neat
And drink the swill from round their feet
Moldy limes are quite the treat
But none will dine on fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

And when these sailors go ashore
Do anything with any whore
With the cheap ones even more
But still not fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

And so the moral of the tale
Be it bucket of cheap ale
Or rotten meat or poxy tale
Never serve a sailor fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

Tale of a Whale

by Cray Z. Fish

I’ll tell you a tale about a whale
Who was out to play a naughty trick
He went to his mate with a plan that was great
Let’s go sink a whaling ship for good old Moby Dick!

Dick! Dick! Dick! Dick! Good old Moby Dick!
Let’s go sink a whaling ship for good old Moby Dick!

So said the cow I’ll get to it now
I’m going to make the whaler lose control
I’ll topple it’s mast I’ll give it a blast
I’ll knock over the whaling ship by blowing from my hole!

Hole! Hole! The hole upon my head
I’ll knock over the whaling ship and leave the sailors dead

So then the whale without any fail
Started eating sailors there and then
The cow she said no
I agreed to a blow
But nobody said nothing about
Eating no seamen

Seamen! Seamen! Men upon the sea.
I won’t eat the seamen it’s not the taste for me

So then this tale of a cow and a whale
Contains a little moral you should know
If you’re with a cow get to it now
But work all of the details out before she starts to blow

​Blow! Blow! Blow it all away!
I think you get the point there’s nothing more I need to say!

Whistling Billy

by Micky Slinger

William O’Connell was orphaned at four
While wandering the Monto was found by a whore
Was given a whistle by a sailor ashore
And he learned how to play it at the brothel’s front door

Singing clean girls clean girls prettiest you’ve ever seen girls
For whiskey & wine there’s nowhere so fine as the tavern of Nellie O’Hare

Out front of the brothel young Billy would play
And at noon or at sunset he’d go for his pay
A half pint o’ whiskey and the girl Maggie May
For whistling and singing the deals of the day

Clean girls clean girls prettiest you’ve ever seen girls
For whiskey & wine there’s nowhere so fine as the tavern of Nellie O’Hare

Kind sir I assure you my playin’s a treat
I can jig and can reel while ya dance ‘neath the sheets
The ladies are lovely and the madam discreet
And the prices on whiskey sure no one can beat

Clean girls clean girls prettiest you’ve ever seen girls
For whiskey or wine there’s nowhere so fine as the tavern of Nellie O’Hare

Fa da diddily aye dum fa diddle die day
What would you give to hear a whistling boy play?
For a drop of good whiskey or roll in the hay
O’Hare’s is the finest in all of the quay!

Clean girls clean girls prettiest you’ve ever seen girls
For whiskey or wine there’s nowhere so fine as the tavern of Nellie O’Hare

Singing Clean girls clean girls prettiest you’ve ever seen girls
For whiskey or wine there’s nowhere so fine as the tavern of Nellie O’Hare

Jewels of the Sea

by Micky Slinger

Me Ruby lives in Singapore
Me Diamond lives in Spain
I buried my sweet Emerald
on an isle of the same name
My Sapphire in India
My Jade in the Japans
But I keep me heart upon the sea
She seldom touches land

Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!
Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!

There’s a gem in every port
along the Spanish Main
Where the wine is sweet and rum is neat
there’s no need for a name

The island girls so fair and free
as beautiful as kind
A stone upon my heart
for every one I’ve left behind

Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!
Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!

The holy ground in county cork
A home away from home
and while each night by candlelight
the Emerald Isle I roam

I dread the day I’ll have to go
back out to sea once more
To find the gold that buys the love
of all the girls ashore

Always I’ll remember you my swift and fleeting love
For in my dreams you come to as gentle as a dove
And if I’m to return again I will only for you
My golden lust is proof that just my love for jewels is true

Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!
Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!

Me Ruby lives in Singapore
My Diamond lives in Spain
I buried my sweet Emerald
on an isle of the same name
My Sapphire in India
My Jade in the Japans
But I keep me heart upon the sea
She never touches land

Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!
Heave away me boys
Heel her over boys
We sail the sea for gold me boys!

Sixteen Pence

by Micky Slinger

Row and row all night and day
Rank and privilege stripped away
Jumping ship with treacherous scum
Sixteen pence and a yardarm slung
Sold out for a fortnights pay
Row ye bastards row!

Our captain was a pious sot
Flog a man for his rightful tot
For drinking is the devils hand
Save the crew and kill a man
Weigh him down with six pound shot
Row ye bastards row!

Six of us went to the cask
Just to fill O’Brian’s flask
Midshipman Finn that little bum
Rang the bell “they’re stealing rum!”
Two of us took to the task
Row ye bastards row!

Small and frail was Mister Finn
Cracked his skull with a belay pin
He didn’t make much of a fuss
Dragged him in the boat with us
I was sure we done him in
Now row ye bastards row!

We’d been at sea ten days or more
When finally we spotted shore
Too bad for poor Mister Finn
Fraid there ain’t much left of him
One days pull to Singapore
Now row ye bastards row!

Now put your backs into it men
For we who live our lives in sin
Give it all and haul away
Live to see another day
Freedom’s just around the bend
Row ye bastards row!

Now row ye bastards row!

Leather & Pine

by Micky Slinger

They laced it up before I was born
Over the years it’s been broken and worn
Passed through the hands of the men of this ship
Clenched in the teeth of those under the whip
At the gunners daughter or at the gratings
Single lash or a savage beating
All men aboard a ship of the line
Sure get a taste for leather & pine.

Bite, bite with all of your might
Hang you for sure if you put up a fight
And it’s be brave for all of your men
No telling when it might happen to them

I have seen men be broke by the whip
The thought of it now still turns me to sick
The fear in their eyes the sweat on their brow
Won’t stay the hand the wields the cat now
No whispered words of comfort or grace
sure for the fear of taking his place
Only one gesture is given in kind
Give him a taste of leather & pine

Bite, bite with all of your might
Hang you for sure if you put up a fight
And it’s be brave for all of your men
No telling when it might happen to them

And so it will pass from crew to crew
Watch to watch and ship to ship to
Making it’s way through all class and station
Soaking up pain and humiliation
A hand on your shoulder when your back is bleedin’
a gag to keep you from begging and pleadin’
Some even swear it’ll keep you from dyin’
A thin bit of leather and a dowel of pine

Bite, bite with all of your might
Hang you for sure if you put up a fight
And it’s be brave for all of your men
No telling when it might happen to them

And it’s bite, bite with all of your might
Hang you for sure if you put up a fight
And it’s be brave for all of your men
No telling when it might happen to them

British Mariachi

Traditional with additional lyrics by Micky Slinger

There was an old farmer who sat on a rock,
stroking his whiskers and waving his

Fist at his neighbors who sat on their ricks,
while the boys in a circle did play with their

Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore,
when along came a lady who looked like a

Decent young lady but walked like a duck,
she said she’d discovered a new way to

Bring up the children to sew and to knit,
while the boys in the stables were shoveling up

Contents of stables left after the hunt,
while the carman was getting a nice piece of

Straw from the stables and cleaning the walls,
when along came a fair-maid to play with his

Dog in the dairy where she did belong,
she said that her husbands go a mighty big

Axe that’s much sharper than any or’ his wits,
and their lovely daughters got a nice pair of

Shoes from the cobbler that he made for fun,
he said she could pay him by making him

Pie in her kitchen where she keeps the glass,
and well everyone knows she takes it up the

Hill to the tavern where she goes each night
If you think that was dirty you’re bloody well right!