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John Cherokee
Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord |
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John Cherokee was an Indian man,
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A-Rollin' Down the River
Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill
Oh, the Arabella set her main tops'l,
The Arabella set her main tops'l,
The Arabella set her main tops'l,
A-rollin' down the river.
A-rollin' down, a-rollin' down,
A-rollin' down the river,
A-rollin' down, a-rollin' down,
Said the bucko mate to the greaser's wife,
Oh, a pumpkin pudden an a bulgine pie,
A pumpkin pudden an' a bulgine pie,
A pumpkin pudden an' a bulgine pie,
Aboard the Arabelle!
Oh, the Arabella set her main gans'l,
The Arabella set her main gans'l,
The Arabella set her main gans'l,
A-rollin' down the river.
A-rollin' down, a-rollin' down,
A-rollin' down the river,
A-rollin' down, a-rollin' down,
Said the bucko mate to the greaser's wife,
Oh, a pumpkin pudden an a bulgine pie,
A pumpkin pudden an' a bulgine pie,
A pumpkin pudden an' a bulgine pie,
Aboard the Arabelle!
Oh, the Arabella set her main royal, etc.
Oh, the Arabella set her main skys'l,
Oh, the Arabella set her main stays'l, -
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The Maid of Amsterdam
Lyrics as sung by Paul Clayton on Whaling And Sailing Songs
In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
Mark well what I do say!
In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
Who was always pinchin' the sailor's trade.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
A rovin', a rovin',
Since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving,
With you fair maid!
I took this maiden for a walk,
Mark well what I do say!
I took this maiden for a walk,
She wanted some gin and didn't she talk.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
A rovin', a rovin',
Since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving,
With you fair maid!
She said, "You sailors I love you so,"
Mark well what I do say!
"All you sailors, I love you so,"
And the reason why I soon did know.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
A rovin', a rovin',
Since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving,
With you fair maid!
She placed her hand upon my knee,
Mark well what I do say!
She placed her hand upon my knee,
I said "Young miss, you're rather free."
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
A rovin', a rovin',
Since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving,
With you fair maid!
I gave this miss a parting kiss,
Mark well what I do say!
I gave this miss a parting kiss,
When I got aboard my money I missed.
I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid!
A rovin', a rovin',
Since rovin's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a roving,
With you fair maid! -
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Across the Western Ocean
Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay
O the times are hard, and the wages low,
Amelia, whar' you bound to?
The Rocky Mountains is my home,
Across the western ocean.
That land of promise there you'll see,
Amelia, whar' you bound to?
I'm bound across that western sea,
Across the western ocean.
To Liverpool I'll take my way,
Amelia, whar' you bound to?
To Liverpool that Yankee school,
Across the western ocean.
There's Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat,
Amelia, whar' you bound to?
And Yankee John the packet rat,
Across the western ocean.
Beware these packet-ships, I pray,
Amelia, whar' you bound to?
They steal your stores and clothes away,
Across the western ocean. -
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Rio Grande
Sung mainly when heaving up anchor, outward bound, was one of the most bracing of all shanties - "Rio Grande." It has been suggested that it refers to the famous river on the Mexican border. It seems clear, however, that it was first sung in the Brazil trade and was inspired by the port and province of Rio Grande do Sul. Most version show plainly that the Rio Grande of the shanty was not simply a river, but a port or region; one version, for example, runs, "There the Portugee girls may be found." Usually known succinctly as "Rio Grande," the southern Brazilian province and its chief port, of the same name, carried on a busy trade with the United States and Britain, outdoing in this respect all of the many other Rio Grandes on the map. A line traditional in the shanty says the river "brings down golden sand." This refers not to the gold of southern Brazil but to the shifting sand shoals in the Rio Grande estuary, which rendered access to the port so difficult that vessels of more than limited draft could enter only when the tide was favorable. (Much of the "golden sand" has been eliminated by dredging operations carried on since the eighties.) Thus the shanty really doesn't concern a river at all - the estuary, though called a "river," is the mouth of the passage connecting the Lagoa dos Patos with the open sea.
"This shanty," said Captain Patrick Tayluer, "was generally sung aboard of those little Baltimore vessels that used to run down to São Paulo and back to the United States with coffee - to São Paulo and the Rio Grande and Brazils. It was a beautiful place, and the sailors used to love it - and the song was sung by seamen all over the world."
-William Doerflinger, Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman
Lyrics from Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman, by William Doerfinger
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And we're bound to Rio Grande!
"May I come with you, my pretty maid?"
Heave away, Rio!
"Oh, may I come with you, oh, my pretty maid?"
When you're bound to Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
When you're bound to Rio Grande!
"You can please yourself, young man," she did say,
Heave away, Rio!
"You can please yourself, young man," she did say,
Because I'm bound to the Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
Because you're bound to Rio Grande!
Now, when I can come to you with open arms,
Heave away, Rio!
Oh, when I can come to you with open arms,
When you're bound to Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And I'm bound for the Rio Grande!
God bless you, may I only hope for your hand,
Heave away, Rio!
God bless you, may I only hope for your hand,
When you're bound to the Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And I'm bound to the Rio Grande!
Now, there is one thing that I would like to say,
Heave away, Rio!
Oh, there is one thing that I would like to say,
And we're bound to the Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And we're bound to the Rio Grande!
I pray you tell, oh, may I have your hand?
Heave away, Rio!
I pray you tell, oh, may I have your hand?
And I'm bound to the Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And I'm bound to the Rio Grande!
Now, if you'll come back, as you went away--
Heave away, Rio!
If you'll come back, as you went away--
We'll heave to the Rio Grande!
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And I'm bound to the Rio Grande!
I'll marry you when I come back and we'll say,
Heave away, Rio!
Oh, I'll marry you when I come back and we'll say,
"We'll heave to the Rio Grande!"
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, Rio!
Singin' fare you well, my bonnie young gal,
And I'm bound to the Rio Grande! -
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New York Girls
As sung by Captain Jesse Schaffer
Now shipmates listen unto me, I'll tell you with my song,
Of the things that happened to me, when I come home from Hong Kong.
Then away you Santy, my dear Annie,
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka.
As I walked down beside the docks, a fair maid I did meet.
She asked me for to see her home, and she lived on Bleecker Street.
Says I my dear young lady, I'm a stranger here in town,
Left my ship just yesterday, and for Boston I am bound.
Says she if you'll come with me, then you will have a treat,
For you shall have some brandy, and something nice to eat.
When we got down to Bleecker Street, we stopped at forty-four,
An' there her twenty sisters were waiting at the door.
They gave me wine that tasted fine, but it went right to my head,
Then they threw their clothes away, and they carried me to bed.
When I awoke next morning, I had an aching head.
My clothes and all money, and my lady friends had left.
Lord, I don't miss the money, as some other sailors might,
But I wish I could remember, if I had some fun that night. -
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Cape Cod Girls
This shanty is a variant of "South Australia." According to Joanna Colcord, "The words are a rough jest at the expense of sailors who might hail from the fishing towns, and any such towns, from Cape Cod to St. John, were substituted in the words given below."
Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord
Cape Cod boys don’t got no sleds
Heave away, heave away
They slide down hills on codfish heads
For we’re bound for Australia
Heave away me bonny bonny boys
Heave away, heave away
Heave away and don’t you make a noise
For we’re bound for Australia
Cape Cod girls don’t got no combs…
They comb their hair with codfish bones…
Cape Cod moms don’t bake no pies
They feed their children codfish eyes
Cape Cod cats don’t got no tails
They lost them all in Cape Cod gales
Cape Cod dogs don’t got no bite
They lost it barking at the Cape Cod light
Cape Cod doctors got no pills
They give their patients codfish gills
Cape Cod ladies don’t give no thrills
They’re plain and skinny as the codfish gills
[alternate version]
Cape Cod boys don’t got no sleds
Haul away, haul away (yip!)
They slide down hills on codfish heads
And we’re bound away for Australia
So heave her up my bully bully boys, now
Haul away, haul away (yip!)
Well heave her up and don’t you make a noise
And we’re bound away for Australia -
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Spanish Ladies
Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay
Farewell and adieu to you, my fair Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, you ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders for to sail to old England;
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'-west, my boys,
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
We squared our mainyard, up channel steered we.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman,
Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,
All in the Downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, let go your shank painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
Now let every man toss of a full bumper,
And let every man toss off a full bowl;
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good health to all true-hearted souls.
Well rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. -
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The Codfish Shanty
This shanty is a variant of "South Australia." According to Joanna Colcord, "The words are a rough jest at the expense of sailors who might hail from the fishing towns, and any such towns, from Cape Cod to St. John, were substituted in the words given below."
Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord
Glo'ster girls they have no combs,
Heave away, heave away!
They comb their hair with codfish bones,
We're bound for South Australia.
Heave away, my bully bully boys,
Heave away, heave away!
Heave away, why don't you make a noise?
We're bound for South Australia.
Glo'ster boys they have no sleds,
Heave away, heave away!
They slide down hill on codfish heads.
We're bound for South Australia.
Heave away, my bully bully boys,
Heave away, heave away!
Heave away, why don't you make a noise?
We're bound for South Australia. -
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The Fire Ship
Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill
Oh, as I strolled out one evening, out for a night's career,
I met a lofty clipper ship an' arter her I steered.
I hoisted her me sig-a-nals, which she so quickly knew,
An' when she seed me bunting fly, she immediately hove to-o-o,
Oh, she'd a dark an' rollin' eye,
An' her hair hung down in ring-a-lets,
She wuz a nice gal, a decent gal,
But one of the rakish kind!
Kind sir, ye must excuse me, for being out so late,
For if me parents knew o' it, then sad would be me fate,
Me father he's a minister, a true and honest man,
Me mother she's a Methodist, an' I do the best I can.
I eyed that wench full warily, for talk like this I knew,
She seemed a little owerbold, she lied for all I knew,
But still she wuz a comely wench, her lips a ruby red,
Her bosom full, her hips so slim, she coyly hung her head.
I took her to a tavern an' treated her to wine,
Little did I think that she belonged to the rakish kind.
I handled her, I dangled her, an' found to my surprise,
She wuz nothin' but a fire ship, rigged up in a disguise.
And so I deemed her company for a sailorman like me.
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice, said she, `Be nice to me.'
I fondled her, I cuddled her, I bounced her on me knee.
She wept, she sighed an' then she cried, `Jack, will ye sleep wi' me?'
(Two verses omitted.)
Now all ye jolly sailormen that sail the Western Sea,
An' all ye jolly 'prentice lads a warnin' take from me,
Steer clear o' lofty fire ships, for me they left well-spent.
For one burnt all me money up, an' left me broke an' bent. -
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Randy Dandy O!
Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill
Now we are ready to head for the Horn,
Way, ay, roll an' go!
Our boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn,
Time rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Way, ay, roll an' go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
Time rollickin' randy dandy O!
Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,
Way, ay, roll an' go!
Where the pretty young gals all come down in their flocks,
Time rollickin' randy dandy O!
Heave a pawl, oh, heave away,
Way, ay, roll an' go!
The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored,
Time rollickin' randy dandy O!
Come breast the bars, bullies, an' heave her away,
Soon we'll be rollin' her 'way down the Bay,
Sing goodbye to Sally an' goodbye to Sue,
For we are the boy-os who can kick 'er through.
Oh, man the stout caps'n an' heave with a will,
Soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill.
Heave away, bullies, ye parish-rigged bums,
Take yer hands from yer pockets and don't suck yer thumbs.
Roust 'er up, bullies, the wind's drawin' free,
Let's get the glad-rags on an' drive 'er to sea.
We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay,
Get crackin', m' lads, 'tis a hell o' a way! -
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The Gals O' Dublin Town
Lyrics from Shanties from the Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill
Naow, 'tis of a famous Yankee ship, to New York we wuz bound,
An' our cap'n bein' an Oirish man belongin' to Dub-a-lin Town,
Hooraw! Hooraw! for the gals o' Dub-a-lin Town,
Hooraw for the bonnie green flag, an' the Harp wi'out th' Crown!
An' when he gazes on that land, that town of high renown,
Oh, it's break away the green burgee and the Harp without the Crown.
'Twas on the seventeenth o' March, we arrived in New York Bay,
Our Capen bein' an Irishman must celebrate the day.
With the Stars an' Stripes 'way high aloft, an' flutterin' all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp without the Crown.
Now we're bound for 'Frisco, boys, an' things is running' wild,
The officers an' men dead drunk, around the decks they pile.
But by termorrer mornin', boys, we'll work widout a frown,
For on board the saucy Shenandoah flies the Harp without the Crown! -
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Get Up, Jack! John, Sit Down!
Lyrics from American Ballads & Folk Songs by John and Alan Lomax
"This song was sung and written down by John Thomas, a Welsh sailor on the Philadelphian, in 1896."
Oh, the ships will come and the ships will go,
As long as the waves do roll:
The sailor lad, likewise his dad,
He loves the flowing bowl:
A lass ashore we do adore,
One that is plump and round, round, round.
When the money is gone, it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!
Singing, Hey! laddie, ho! laddie,
Swing the capstan 'round, 'round, 'round
When the money is gone it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!
[I] go and take a trip in a man-o'-war
To China or Japan,
In Asia, there are ladies fair
Who love the sailorman.
When Jack and Joe palavers, O,
And buy the girls a gown, gown, gown.
When the money is gone it's the same old song,
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!
When Jack is ashore he beats his way
Towards some boarding-house:
He's welcome in with his rum and gin,
And he's fed with pork and s[c]ouse:
For he'll spend and spend and never offend,
But he'll lay drunk on the ground, ground, ground:
When my money is gone it's the same old song:
Get up, Jack! John, sit down!
When Jack is old and weatherbeat,
Too old to roustabout,
In some rum-shop they'll let him stop,
At eight bells he's turned out.
Then he cries, he cries up to the skies:
"I'll soon be homeward bound, bound, bound."
When my money is gone it's the same old song:
Get up, Jack! John, sit down! -
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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.
Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.
Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.
As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.
We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.
Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.
Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.
Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"
A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?
After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...
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