Songs

  We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones and the skull; We’d a big black Jolly Roger flapping grimly at the fore, And we sailed the Spanish Water in the happy days of yore. We’d a long brass gun amidships, like a [...]

Twas the Night before Noggmas, At the Old Ben Bow Inn All Sing’n & Merry & talking ‘Bout Sin! When In walks this Pirate all dressed in Red With A white fir trimed Cap Atop O His Head A handing out Bottles O grog & O RUM When I thought to me self let’s go [...]

In the nor-wester the waves boiled;we were both bent over the map.You turned and told me how in Marchyou’d be in other latitudes. A Chinese tatoo drawn on your chest;however you burn it, it won’t come off.They said that you had loved her oncein a sudden fit of blackest fever. Keeping watch by a barren [...]

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a flutter’d bird, came flying from far away. ‘Spanish ships of war at sea! We have sighted fifty three!’ Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: ‘’fore God I am no coward; But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of [...]

SHOVE off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She’ll stand on her head in the bay. It’s ebb–it’s dusk–it’s blowing– The shoals are a mile of white, But (snatch her along! ) we’re going To find our master to-night. For we hold that in all [...]

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a flutter’d bird, came flying from far away. ‘Spanish ships of war at sea! We have sighted fifty three!’ Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: ‘’fore God I am no coward; But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of [...]

If you wake at Midnight, and hear a horse’s feet, Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street, Them that asks no questions isn’t told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! Five and twenty ponies Trotting through the dark - Brandy for the Parson. ‘Baccy for [...]

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking. [...]