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Well my mother often said to me

When I was just a girl

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Find yourself a pirate crew

And sail around the world

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Away - ho! Haul away, we'll haul away together

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Away - hey! haul away, 

we'll haul for better weather

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

The lookout says there's sails of black

Way out on the horizon

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

A black cat voodoo figurehead

And Jolly Roger flying!

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Hey cant you see the black clouds arising

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Hey cant you see the storm clouds are gathering

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

The fortune teller told us -

"As the skies begin to blacken

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Watch out for the Shantyman,

the Crystal & the Kraken!"

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Don't let the wind out of your sails,

Their black flag turned to red

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

You'll wish the fortune teller

Sent you all to Hell instead

Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we've received orders 

for to sail for old England

But we hope very soon we shall see you again

We'll 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

We hove our ship to 

with the wind at sou'west, boys

We hove our ship to, our soundings to see

So we rounded and sounded

got forty-five fathoms

We squared our main yard

 and up channel steered we

Now the first land we made

it is called the Deadman

Next Ram Head off Plymouth,

off Portland the Wight

We sailed up by Beachy, 

by Fairlee and Dungeness

Until we came abreast of 

the South Foreland Light

Then the signal was made 

for the grand fleet to anchor

All in the Downs that night for to lie

Then it's haul by your stoppers

 see clear your shank-painters,

Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly

Now let every man toss off a full bumper

And let every man drink off a full glass

And we'll drink and be merry 

and drown melancholy

Singing, here's a good health 

to each true-hearted lass

This is a traditional song that we believe had some updating by Tom Lewis.

We are honestly not sure where the traditional ends and Tom's work begins...

This dirty town has been my home 

since last I went a-sailing, 

But I'll not stay another day, 

I'd sooner go out whaling,

Oh lord above, send down a dove 

with beak as sharp as razors, 

To cut the throats of them there blokes 

what sells bad beer to sailors!

I Paid off my score and then ashore, 

my money soon was flying, 

With Judy Lee upon my knee 

and in my ear she's lying. 

With my new-found friends, my money spends, 

just as fast as winking, 

But when I makes to clear the slate 

the landlord says "Keep drinking!"

With my paycheck gone, my clothes in pawn 

and Judy set for leaving, 

Six months' pay gone in three days 

but Judy is not grieving

Now, the crimp comes round I take his pound 

and soon his hand I'm shaking, 

Tomorrow morn' sail for The Horn 

Soon as dawn is breaking. 

So for one last trip from port I'll ship 

but next time back I'm swearing, 

To settle down in this old town, 

And no more go seafaring.

'Twas on a cold an' dreary mornin' in December, 

When all of me money, it was spent

Just where it went I couldn't quite remember 

So down to the shippin' office I w

Oh, Paddy, lay back

Take in the slack

Take a turn around the capstan - heave a pawl!

About ship, stations, boys, be handy

We're bound for Valaparaiser 'round the Horn!

That day there was a great demand for sailors

For the Colonies and for 'Frisco and for France

So I shipped aboard a Limey barque, the Hotspur

And I got paralytic drunk on my advance

'Twas on the quarterdeck that first I spied 'em

Such a lubberly lot I'd never seen before

The captain had shipped 

a shanghai'd crew of Dutchmen,

And it made my poor ol' eyes feel sick and sore.

Now some of the crew 

had started on for drinking

And I myself was heavy on the booze

So on my old sea chest I sat a-thinking

That I would go below and take a snooze

Well I asked a mate which watch it was mine-o

He quickly told me which watch was which

And he knocked me down 

and kicked me hard a stern-o

Callin' me a dirty, lousy, son-of-a-bitch.

So I quickly made my mind up that I'd jump her 

I'd leave the bugger and get a job ashore

I swum across the bay and went and left her

And in an English bar I found a whore.

But Jimmy the Crimp he knew a thing or two, sir

And soon he shipped me outward bound again

A Limey to the Chinchas for guano 

And soon I was  singing that old refrain

Sooooo....this song was written by Don Freed, with other lyrics being added by Tom Lewis.

We would love to be able to give proper credit as to who wrote what, etc., 

but have come up empty.

Any help is appreciated...

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses an eye.

It hurts like the blazes, it makes you pull faces--

you can't let your mates see you cry.

A dashing black patch will cover the hatch, 

but be sure that your socket stays dry--

Being a pirate is all fun and games

till somebody loses an eye.

It's all part of being a pirate -

You can't be a pirate with all of your parts. 

Being a pirate is all fun and games

ll somebody loses an ear.

It drips down your neck, and it lies on the deck till somebody shouts 

"Hey!  Wot's this 'ere!"

You can't wear your glasses, 

you don't pull the lasses, 

and folks have to shout so you hear,

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses an ear.

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses a hand.

It spurts and it squirts and it jolly well hurts

pain only a pirate can stand.

The fashionable look is a nice metal hook

but now you can't play in the band

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses a hand.

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses a leg.  

It hurts like the dickens, your pace never quickens

hobbling around on a peg.

Ask your girl to marry, 

but too long you've tarried

cause now you can't kneel down and beg...

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses a leg.

Being a pirate is all fun and games

till somebody loses a... whatsit.

You didn't choose it, but you don't want to lose it, you're hoping that somebody spots it.

The Doc comes along and he sews it back on,

 he ties it real tight, and he knots it--

Being a pirate is all fun and games 

till somebody loses a whatsit.

It is time to go now,

Haul away your anchor,

Haul away your anchor,

'tis our sailing time.

Get some sail upon her,

Haul away your halyards,

Haul away your halyards.

'tis our sailing time.

Get her on her course now,

Haul away your foresheets,

Haul away your foresheets,

'tis our sailing time.

Waves are surging under,

Haul away down Channel,

Haul away down Channel,

On the evening tide.

Now my days are over

Haul away for Heaven,

Haul away for Heaven,

Lord be by my side.

It is time to go now,

Haul away your anchor,

Haul away your anchor,

'tis our sailing time.

 Yo Ho Ho Hey hey hey hey hey yeah

15 men on a dead man's chest

Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!

Drink and the devil be done for the rest

Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!

The mate was fixed by the boatswain's pike

And the boatswain brained with a marlinspike

The cooky's throat was marked belike

It had been gripped by fingers ten;

And there they lay, all good dead men

Like break of day in a boozing ken.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Ten of the crew bore the murder mark!

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead

A yawning hole in a battered head

The skuppers' a-glut with a rotting red

And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes

All lookouts clapped on paradise

But souls bound just contrariwise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Fifteen men of all good and true

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Every man jack could have sailed with Old Pew,

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold

With a ton of plate in the middle hold

The cabins riot of stuff untold,

And they lay there that took the plum

With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb

While we shared all by the rule of thumb,

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

More was seen through a sternlight screen

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Charting no doubt where a woman had been

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

A filmsy shift on a bunkered cot

With a dirk slit shear through the bosom spot

And the lace stiff dry with a purplish blot

Oh was she a wench or some shuddering maid

That dared the knife and took the blade

By God she was tough for a plucky jade

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

We wrapped 'em all in a mainsail tight

With twice ten turns of the Hauser's bite Then we heaved 'em over and out of sight! With a "Yo Heave-Ho!" and a "Fare thee well" A sudden plunge and a sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to Hell... 

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Written by Steve Twigger and Patrick Murphy of Gaelic Storm, this is one of our favorite songs from one of our favorite bands.

I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart
You'd think I'd learn by now, I ain't that smart
Got a pocket full of nothing, 

head full of lukewarm beer.
I just wanted to make myself feel good
Feel like I'd been understood
I was wrong, 

I've been wrong three times this year.

I pushed off from shore in this leaky boat
With my only friend

a bottle o' whiskey in my coat
I was gonna drown my sorrows, 

discuss my attitude.
I lay down on my back, I started to curse
Insulted every planet in the universe
Hey Jupiter if you're listening,

I didn't mean to be that rude.

Hey la la la, Hey la la la, Hey la la la, 

How hard can it be?
Hey la la la, Hey la la la, Hey la la la, 

How hard can it be?
Let me tell you now, 

I've just run out of whiskey and
I'm stranded out at sea.

Now as the light begins to fade the sun disappears
I see a siren singing in a sea of tears
I know it's you, I can tell by your hair.
And my pulse starts to quicken 

as I row through the tide
I wanna lay my head down at your side
Then you slip into the sea, 

you're gone, that ain't fair.

The sea was as black as a pirate's soul
A black velvet bag, a big dark hole
Just reflections of the mocking moon above.
Then a shooting star shot across the skies
It was then I began to realize
I would give it all away if I could have your love.

Now I pulled myself together, had a little chat
With my empty bottle, and this little cat
He'd been hiding, he'd been there for a while
Well I told him how I missed you

how you made me feel
And even though that cat wasn't real
He cheered me up and he made me smile

I stood up in that boat, I laughed 'til I cried
I danced a little two-step with my pride
Then I thought about jumping in again

I was so alone.
Well you know I couldn't do it 

'cause I'm standing here
It may have been the liquor, 

may have been the fear
Besides how would that cat have got back home?

As I walked down on Broadway

One evening in July

I met a maid, she asked my trade

A sailor boy, says I

I took her down to Tiffany

I spared no expense

I bought her two gold earrings

and they cost me fifty cents

And away, Santy, my dear Annie

Oh you New York Girls -

Can't you dance the polka?

Well I walked around New York town

With the maid that I did meet

She invited me come home with her

she lived on Barrow Street

But when I got to Barrow Street

Number 44

Her mother and her sister 

they were waiting at the door

When I got into that house

the drinks were passed around

The liquor there was so, so strong

My head went round and round and round

Then we had another drink

before we sat to eat

But the drinks there were so awful strong

I quickly fell asleep

When I awoke the next morning

I had an aching head

Cause there I was all jack-alone

All naked in my bed

My boys, my gold watch and my wallet

and my Lady Faire was gone

And there I was all jack-alone

Stark naked in that room

So I looked around that little room

There was nothing I could see

But a lady's dress and apron

And they are no use to me

Because you see everything I owned was gone

Taken by my Lady Faire

I lifted up my blanket

Thank heaven that's still there

So sailor boys I warn you

As sure as you were born

Don't mess around with those New York girls

It's safer 'round Cape Horn

So let this be a lesson

 For everyone to hear

Don't go kissing New York girls

just stick with rum & beer