A sea shanty written by a bot 

Heave and pull and heave long and strong
When we got down to the Rio Grande
They've all gone it's the same old song:
What d'ye think was in Australia's strand

I'll sail away to sea.
And then I had spent
Oh, I want to be.
There's none to be lent.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

But as for the Rio Grande.
In the scum of the finest silk was made
To leave my native land
Walking the deck with a silver spade

I spy'd three ships from old Larry Marr.
Roll her over boys, long and strong, yoe, O.
To use that old five-gallon jar.
Oh our ship to, with the wind did blow.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

My Tom's gone to Singapore
Yo ho ho and a half a day
It's all gone for evermore
He'll ride you down as you went away--

I listened and I know so.
A long time ago
To me, way, hay, oh i o
But we hope so

A sea shanty written by a bot 

is my native land
Fifteen men on a Dundee whaler
And a bold ship, and
Oh, Amble is a tailor

But when my money on Sally Brown.
The pretty girls say.
Young Lovelies, sweat her up, I shook her down
Put him in the bay

A sea shanty written by a bot 

I'll pack up my lads, we're homeward bound!
And we're bound away
All on the catfall and run it around
And in the bay

We'd cruise the seas do roll.
Way, hay, there she sits upon the lee
Where the sharks have his soul.
Her uncle and the bonny birchen tree

A sea shanty written by a bot 

T'was then I had some fun that night.
Because you're bound to go!
Her cheeks are like two stars so bright
My wife and I know so.

For we're bound for to meet
She pushed me over boys, long and strong
Gave him nothing to eat
She's all gone it's the same old song:

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Now in my hand.
Our anchor's aweigh and our sails we will go
And on that strand?
We're all bound to the other half below.

South Australia is my fortune, sir, she said.
Gave him nothing to eat
And they say so, and I haven't been to bed
As I walked down the street

A sea shanty written by a bot 

We're all bound to the Rio Grande
What will we do with the whiskey can
I axed the mate takes his stand
There's lots of grog for every man.

Oh, Tommy's gone to sea once more.
We've a jolly good crew
Early in the lamp-room door
You captains bold and true

A sea shanty written by a bot 

And through the ice and sleet and rain.
For we're bound for France
We'll hoist him up with an iron crane
Where the girls a chance

First I hung my brother
The horrid tiles of the Nancy's men
Then I hung my mother
His father was a ship came home again

A sea shanty written by a bot 

It's goodbye to you.
And unto me did say:
We're a Yankee crew
She sat down by the day.

Aft at the foaming froth
That deck the Arctic Sea.
Ten of the boiling broth.
The Skipper's on the quay

A sea shanty written by a bot 

She placed her hand upon her knee
Oh, Tommy's on the salt seas
So man the good ship taut and free
Until we came to her knees.

On a Limey to the Rio Grande.
But now that our old man come riding by
Thunders the word of command.
Stormie's gone, that good old man, your horse will die

A sea shanty written by a bot 

And I say so, and they chained him tight.
But he gained his name
So they took him to the other night.
King Louis was the same.

A-waiting for a plucky jade
But now that our old man was he.
Heave with a gold-en spade.
A wealth of hair upon her knee

A sea shanty written by a bot 

For many I did say:
And now we're bound for the Rio Grande!
As I was to-day
God bless you, may I have your hand?

We're all bound to the Rio Grand!
My master he was stabbed times four
A lass ashore we do wind, and
Put him in the lamp-room door.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

A long time and a half a day
Oh, what shall I do?
I heard, I heard the skipper say
I grieve to leave you

The crew musters aft at the Cape Horn bar
A lass ashore we do with a silver spade
As sung by the five-gallon jar.
If she hasn't had a fair pretty maid

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Was never more than rain.
We're bound for to see you.
I thought I heard it again.
And what was in full view

I love Tom and he tore his hair
And then bore away for the Rio Grande!
The boys and the winds they blow fair
And the whale was in Australia's strand

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Put him in the bay
We'll rant and we'll away to Iceland cold
In the old man say
Yo ho ho and a glass in her hold?

We'll hoist him up with an iron crane
We hove our ship made fast, and we hope so
Well rant and we'll roar across the plain.
Heave her up, me bully bully boys, blow!

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Oh, I want to be.
Said the bucko mate to the Rio Grande.
Not the place for me
What d'ye think was in Australia's strand

A warrior and a good song of the sea.
But spent me pay like a zoo.
To Tiffany's I took her hand upon your knee.
Do my Johnny Boker, do!

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Kidnapped away in a battered head
With plenty of gold
If you listen to me to bed.
It's there I was told

If you have a wife in Plymouth town
Oh, it's home, dearie, home, across the sea
With his hair was black and hanging down.
So heave her up, I want to be.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

So they bury him low
We'll heave up and strike, strike the bell.
A long, long time ago
And they lay out in the sullen swell

A glass of grog in the bay.
We'll rant and we'll say
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, heave away
Put him in the bay

A sea shanty written by a bot 

On a trim Black Ball line, I served me time
As long as the sons of the whole day long
Hey, Black Ball liner I wasted my prime
I heard, I heard the old chariot along!

Look out to sea, my boys, we're homeward bound!
I took this fair maid I did advance
With a comb and a gal that's plump and round.
Dead and be damned and the girls a chance

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