Roll The Old Chariot 

And we’ll all hang on behind (clap clap)

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And we’ll ro-o-ol the old chariot along, We’ll ro-o-ol the golden chariot along                  We’ll ro-o-ol the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind    (clap clap)

A little night on shore wouldn’t do us any harm x3 And we’ll all hang on behind (clap clap)

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 We’d be alright if yah buggers would all sing x3 And we’ll all hang on behind (clap clap)

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If Choppers are in the way , we’ll roll it over them x3 And we’ll all hang on behind (clap clap)

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A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do you any harm x3 And we’ll all hang on behind         (clap clap)

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Well a big pot of gold wouldn’t do us any harm x3 And we’ll all hang on behind (clap clap)

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Oh, a night out with the gals wouldn’t do us any harm x3 And we’ll all hang on behind     (clap clap)

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We’d be all right if we had a drop of rum x3 And we’ll all hang on behind (clap clap)

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Blow The Man Down  Halyard Shanty (Pirates of the Caribbean)

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Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down

Way aye blow the man down

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away

Give me some time to blow the man down!

As I was a walking down Paradise Street

Way aye blow the man down

A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.

Give me some time to blow the man down!

She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,

So I took in all sail and cried, "Way enough now."

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So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow

And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.

But as we were going she said unto me

There's a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea.

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But as soon as that packet was clear of the bar

The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.

Oh the rags they was gone and the chains they was jammed

And the skipper says he let the weather be hanged

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It's starboard and larboard on deck you will sprawl

For Kicking Jack Sparrow Captains the Black Pearl.

So I give you fair warning before we belay,

Don't ever take head of what pretty girls say.

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There are not many songs about smuggling - one can only presume that sitting

in the pub singing "We are three jolly smugglers all in a row" was likely to lead

to a visit from the Excise men. However, this song was published in "A Sailor's

Garland" selected and edited by John Masefield (2nd edition 1908) with

suggested "Air: White Cockade" and its origins beyond that are unknown. Jess

preferred to put the words to the traditional dance tune "Gilderoy". A bit of

geography and history - Slapton is a small village just south west of Dartmouth

in Devon. To 'run the tubs' was to unload the small barrels (tubs) of contrabrand

liquor and transport them away from the coast.

My love he is a smuggler, he sails upon the sea,

I wish I was a smuggler for to sail along with he,

For to sail upon the sea, for the brandy and the wine,

And to run the tubs at Slapton when the moon do shine.

For Hollands is a fine drink for them that feel the cold,

And brandy is a better drink for them that’s getting old,

There are lights upon the clifftop when the boats are homeward bound,

And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word goes round.

The King he is a fine man in his bright red coat,

But I do love my smuggler in his little fishing boat,

For he runs the Mallin’s Lace and he spends his money free,

And I wish I were a smuggler for to sail along with he.

For the channel is his kingdom from England down to France,

And he leads the revenue cutters, a very merry dance,

And when he comes ashore he confounds the Excise men,

And he leaves his boat safe moored and comes to me again.

Being a Pirate 1985 © Don Freed 

Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses an ear,

It slips down your neck and onto the deck,

and somebody says: "Wot's this 'ere?"

You can't wear your glasses, you can't 'pull' the lasses,

Your mates have to shout so you'll hear,

(Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses an ear.)

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Oh it's all part of being a pirate (A pirate! A pirate!),

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

Oh it's all part of being a pirate (A pirate! A pirate!),

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

Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses an eye,

It hurts like the blazes, it makes you make faces,

You can't let your mates see you cry.

You can cover the hatch with a trendy black patch,

And make sure your socket stays dry,

(Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses an eye.)

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Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses a hand,

It squirts and it spurts and it bloody well hurts,

Pain only a pirate could stand,

The fashionable look is a nice metal hook

But then you can't play in the band.

(Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses a hand.)

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Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses a leg,

It hurts like the dickens, your pace never quickens,

You're hobbling around on a peg,

Ask your girl to marry, but too long you've tarried,

'Cos now you can't kneel down and beg,

(Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses a leg.)

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Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses a 'thing',

Though you didn't choose it, you don't want to lose it,

And now when you use it it stings,

You can sew it back on with a needle and thong,

but doesn't quite have that same spring

(Being a pirate is all fun and games, 'til somebody loses a 'thing'.)

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High Barbary Traditional  “The Corsair’s” - CM  re write 

The "Coast of High Barbary" is a traditional song  which was popular among British and American sailors. It is most frequently sung as a ballad but can also be a sea shanty. It tells of a sailing ship that came across a pirate ship off the Barbary Coast and defeated the pirates, who were left to drown.

An earlier version of the ballad is found in the Stationers’ Register for January 14, 1595 and tells the story of two merchant ships, the George Aloe and the Sweepstake, both sailing to Safee. While the George Aloe was resting at anchor, the Sweepstake sailed on, but a French ship attacked the Sweepstake and threw the crew overboard. The George Aloe gave chase and defeated the French ship, whose crew were shown no mercy because of the fate of the crew of the Sweepstake. 

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Look ahead, look astern, look the weather in the lee, 

Blow high ! Blow low ! and so-o sai-led we. 

I see a wreck to the windward and a lofty ship to lee, 

A sailing down, all on the coasts of High Barbary

Oh are you a pirate or a man-o-war ? cried we, 

Oh no ! I’m not a pirate but a man-o-war, cried he.

We’ll back up our topsails, and heave our vessel to;

For we have got some letters to be carried home by you.

Deception was their game afloat, and decieved we be,

For a bloody pirate captain and a motlee crew they be.

For broadside, for broadside, they fought all on the main;

Until at last the frigate shot the pirate’s mast away.

For quarters ! For quarters ! The saucy pirates cried;

The quarters that we showed them was to sink them in the tide. 

With cutlass and gun, oh we fought for hours three;

The ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea.

Bonny Ship the Diamond

Bonny Ship the Diamond is a traditional folk ballad penned to commemorate a 19th century whaling ship.The Diamond sailed out of Peterhead, a town in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, beginning in 1825. It was one of many vessels in a fleet lost to the crush of ice floes in the Davis Straits in 1830. 

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The Diamond is a ship me boys, for the Davis strait we’re bound,

The quay it is all garn-i-shed with bonnie lassies ‘round

Captain Thompson gives the orders to sail the ocean wide

Where the sun it never sets me lads, nor darkness dim the sky.

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For it’s cheer up me lads, let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie ship The Diamond goes a fishing for the whale

And it’s cheer up me lads, let your hearts never fail

For the bonnie shipThe Diamond goes a fishing for the whale.

 Along the quay of Peterhied, the lassies stand aroon

Wi’their shawls all pulled aroon their necks

And the salt tears running doon.

Well don’t you weep my bonnie lass, though you’ll be left behind

Fur the rose will grow on Greenlands ice afore we change oor mind.

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Here’s a health to the the Resolution, like wise to the Eliza Swan

Three cheers to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond ship of fame

We wear the troosers of the white and the jaikits of the blue

When we get back to Peterhied we’ll have sweethearts anew.

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It will be bright baith day and night,

When greenlands lads cam hame

Our ship full up wi oil me lads, and money to our name

We’ll mak the cradles fur to rock and the blankets fur tae tear

And every lass in Peterheid sing Hushabye my dear.

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