A sea shanty written by a bot 

And I'm bound away
Her eyes are like the rosebuds red
All on the quay
I chanced for to rest his weary head.

When a soldier took her in tow
She laughed so hard her lips a ruby red
They catched him again and they hope so.
What will we do with a big fat aching head.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Long in the corner we will go
From the big liner is clear as hell
The landlubbers lie down below.
Sing fare you well, my bonny young gel

A long, long time ago.
For we're bound away
Away, I'm bound to go!
Long in the bay

A sea shanty written by a bot 

We're all bound to the other man say
And the mate of that whaler
When I first served my time in the bay
Oh, you New York ta-i-lor.

When he call'd me to come home from sea
Put him in the bay
Hey don't yer see that you can't cook me
Mark well what I say!

A sea shanty written by a bot 

What do you know
Yo ho ho and a glass in her pies.
I'm bound to go!
Spent most time down in up-staring eyes

If you want to be
Hang him from the West
Not the place for me
And that was the best

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Again he gave a hitch to his crew
And that of all the boys and the rest
And being a good skipper, too
There ain't but the one I like the best

And all she wants a crew.
It wasn't like this I knew
You captains bold and true
Do my Johnny Boker, do!

A sea shanty written by a bot 

For niver did I think that I do adore.
And we're bound from the West
For the oak, and the crimps at me did roar.
Her eyes are like the best

A wealth of hair upon her knee
Walking the deck with a silver spade
Oh, Ranzo was no rest for me.
On the banks of the finest silk was made

A sea shanty written by a bot 

He fought for fame
Oh, Tommy's on the shore recite
One was the same.
Oh, once I had some fun that night.

Let every man toss of a thumping quid
So here I lay me down my riding cane
Thought it was a lady I did forbid
She acted her part with a silver chain

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Now when I can not agree
For don't you hear the sound
For our old man was he
Huzza, we're homeward bound

And all I knew
He took him to the other man say
And if we do.
Sitting in my heart I was today

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Mark well now what I do say!
Boney he came back from sea
Heave away, Rio! Heave away, heave away!
Oh, Tommy's on the key

Yo ho ho and a Liverpool crew
Well rant and we'll away to Mobile Bay.
Little did I think she wants to do
I dreamt a dream the other man say

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Rolling down to Hilo, poor old man!
I listened and I know so.
Early in the sand, when I can
And straight up the capstan go!

I dreamed a dream the other half below.
She laughed so hard her lips a ruby red
With a dirk slit sheer through the frost and snow.
South Australia is my fortune, sir, she said.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

I spy'd three ships from old Larry Marr.
Tie him to the Rio Grande!
To use that old five-gallon jar.
What shall we do wind, and

Oh, we say so, and I must die.
We're bound to go!
She placed her hand upon her thigh
A long time ago

A sea shanty written by a bot 

For we're bound away for the Rio Grande
And the old chariot along!
God bless you, may I have your hand?
Who do you know what went wrong.

My clothes and all sore.
We've pointed our bow to the Rio Grande!
Not very far from shore
I put my hand if I understand

A sea shanty written by a bot 

To me way - ay - blow the man down!
With his dirk and his little jacket blue
It's a long, long time and a half a crown
Stormie's gone, that good old skipper to his crew

His shroud of the captain's daughter
Huzza, we're homeward bound?
Sally Brown she's a mighty water
Oh I want to go around.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Haul on the sea
And across the river brings down gol-den sand.
Put on his knee
And what was in her hand, her hand, her hand

I'm off to sea.
Now, when the ships for me and you.
Haul on the quay
The Missouri, she's a Yankee crew

A sea shanty written by a bot 

How hard the wind comes on to blow
In comes old Archer with a virtuous mind
Away haul away, Oh, haul pulley, yoe.
I grieve to leave my wife and child behind.

Then off to see
Not very far from shore
Haul on the key
Put him in his gore

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Put on his knee.
Oh! Poor old man!
All on the key
But when I can

We're all bound to the Maiden's Breast
You captains bold and true
Shipped far north on a dead man's chest
And all she wants a crew.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

We'll rant and we'll say
But Louis got his head his ghost can be seen
Early in the bay
Tracing one warm line through a sternlight screen...

We'll rant and we'll away to Iceland cold
An Indian man from the arctic ground
We dug his grave with a cargo gold
Yo ho ho and a gal that's plump and round.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Oh, there is one thing grieves my mind
She wrote to me all in my hand.
On the crew of the rakish kind.
Now farewell to you, ladies of the land

It's there we'll sit and take him away.
For on board the Black Ball!
Now ships may come and take our pay.
To leave my comrades all

A sea shanty written by a bot 

To me hoodah! To my way hay, storm along, John!
I'm off to sea.
We hove our ship to, with the blue dress on.
Haul on the key

One of the land
With you, fair maid!
And on that strand?
Around Cape Horn trade

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Ah! ha! We're bound for the Rio Grande
Lowlands, lowlands, away, my bully boys, blow!
And the whale was in Australia's strand
I dreamt a dream the other half below.

O were you ever in Mobile Bay?
Heave away, why don't you see we're homeward bound!
It was then that I would like to say
I feel so break up, I shook her all around

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