A sea shanty written by a bot 

And that was the end of a whore.
What will we do with a silver chain
When I ups with his nob in gore
In fifty-five fathoms with a tighter rein

The landlubbers lie down below.
And so old Stormy's son
And they say so, and I know so.
Some times we caught none.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

And we're bound to leave you
So we'll haul, we'll haul away, Haul away, Joe!
You captains bold and true
So Jack and set our sails we will go

They say old man come riding by
And unto me did roar.
She placed her hand upon her thigh
Haul on the sanded floor?

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Aft at the boss's feet.
Sally Brown I'm bound away
It's there I did meet
The lookout in the bay

And gave him the slip.
And quiet sleep and a good skipper too.
That our gallant ship
Stormie's gone, that good old skipper to his crew

A sea shanty written by a bot 

We'll heave up and strike, strike the bell.
And then you'll hear me sing
Well I feel sick in the sullen swell
Then with a golden ring

Oh, you New York town
Bound away to sea.
Oh, blow the man down!
Haul on the quay

A sea shanty written by a bot 

But he gained his name.
I wish I were old Stormy's day was done
And that was the same.
Boney was a ship of a thousand ton.

I dreamt a dream the other man say
And the wheel's kick and the front is kicked about
And quiet sleep and a half a day.
Our anchor's weighed, the sails are all worn out

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Oh, the boys and the bonnie birken tree
Then three times a day.
But I'll eat my hand upon my knee
Mark well what I say!

A poor old Joe!
She wuz a laddie come from Hong Kong.
A long time ago
She was very hard, the voyage was long

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Oh, there is John a-ready for to go
We're bound away to sea.
Oh, we say so, and I know so.
If you want to be.

Then with a drunken sailor?
Old Stormy he was before!
Oh, you New York ta-i-lor.
Thought I'd find a pub ashore

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Haul on the sanded floor?
Well rant and we'll say
Then a little run store
As I was today

She laughed so hard her lips a ruby red
You'd split your sides laughing at sailors at sea.
And there's where Santy gained his way to bed.
A sassy policeman I happened to me

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Oh, we say farewell to-day
Then off to sea.
And then you'll hear them say
Then off to see

We sailed from Frisco in a purplish blot
Aft at the wheel, the mileage clicking West
They carry you through the bosom spot
That I found alone on a dead man's chest

A sea shanty written by a bot 

She wrote to me, when out at sea
The poor cook he worshipped me
I put me hand upon your knee.
He could not sail the rolling sea

Haul on the land
There ain't but one thing that grieves my mind
And on that strand?
Oh, blow me down to the rakish kind!

A sea shanty written by a bot 

And she was fat and loose in stays
For one long month we all will go
Then with more than seventy days.
And I say so, and they hope so.

And the pretty little boy was he
So drink up his mind to go home
But I'll eat my hand upon her knee
Cape Cod dogs ain't got far to roam.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

And we're bound from the west
`Oh, I have a treat
As I sailed, and the rest
Aft at the boss's feet.

Her cheeks are like two stars so bright
And she was a seaman bold
Now the ice and the other night
They lowered him down with gold.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Oh, Tommy's on the plains of Mexico.
Boney was a sailor any more!
Oh, Tommy's gone for beer and tobacco.
And unto me did roar.

Cruising down along the plains of Mexico!
A wealth of hair upon her thigh
Oh, Tommy's gone for beer and tobacco.
And the old man your horse will die

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Then up starts the mate of that whaler
Because I'm bound away
Old Stormy was a New York ta-i-lor.
Mark well what I say!

Hurrah for the Rio Grande.
So we'll ro-o-oll the old man was he.
What shall we do wind, and
I put me hand upon my knee

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Her eyes were brown
It's of a whore.
A grand old town
Haul on the floor?

Mark well now what I do say!
Her cheeks are like two stars so bright
Oh, Santa Anna ran away
Oh, Boney was a sickening sight.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

Aft at the glass you can see it's gonna blow.
Some times we caught none.
I dreamed a dream the other half below.
And so old Stormy's son.

Ben Backstay was a tailor
Long in the lamp-room door
Wouldn't have no tarry sailor
They send you to sea no more.

A sea shanty written by a bot 

He's welcome in with a tighter rein
So they did quake
Well rant and we'll roar across the plain.
So they did shake

And when he was no sailor
And them native maids in them tropic lands
Oh, you New York ta-i-lor.
And the mate of our gallant captain stands

A sea shanty written by a bot 

He asked her for a half a day
X, Y, and Z, well, I wish with my hand
For they'd drunk all the old man say
And across the river brings down gol-den sand.

The poor cook he worshipped me
Heave up to the Rio Grande!
With her baby on here knee
What shall we do wind, and

A sea shanty written by a bot 

We're all bound to the Rio Grande!
I towed her to the Rio Grande.
My face is my native land
Thunders the word of command

With our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
We're all bound to Rio Grande!
Oh, Bully Hayes, he loves his rum and gin
What will we do wind, and

A sea shanty written by a bot 

I'd build me a ship - she sailed to Spain
There's none to be lent.
Oh, I'll drink whiskey when I next came back again.
Oh, once I had spent

May the sharks will have a jolly good crew
With a comb and a half a day.
And a long time and a good skipper, too
Oh when we come back and we'll say

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