Track 1 - HEAVE AND GO, MY NANCY O!:

Come all ye jolly sailors bold
Heave and go, my Nancy-O
Listen till my tale is told
Heave and go, my Nancy-O

The King trusts to his sailors bold
And we shall find them as of old

Where father, mother, sisters, wives
We're ready now to resign our lives

With Danish girls with eyes so blue
We will do all that good sailors do

With Dannebrog upon our masts
Shall float as long as this world lasts

And now for our brave captain we
We'll give three cheers right heartily

Then up, men up, and blaze away
Listen till my tale is told

Track 2 - ‘WAY, ME SUSIANA!:

Note: Underlined words are where the pull would occur.

We'll heave him up and away we'll go
'Way, me Susiana!
We'll heave him up and away we'll go
We're all bound over the mountain

We'll heave him up and away we'll go
That is where the cocks do crow

An' when the cocks begin to crow
'Tis time for me to roll an' go

And if we drown while we are young
It's better to drown than to wait to be hung

Oh, growl ye may but go ye must
If ye growl too hard yer head they'll bust

Up sox, you cocks, hand her two blocks
And go below to yer ol' ditty box

Captain, O Captain, you told me so
Around Cape Horn we are bound for to go

One more pull and that will do
We'll sing a song that'll make her go

Oh, rock and shake 'er, one more drag
Oh, bend yer duds an' pack yer bag

We'll see the girls with eyes of brown
And drink the best there is in town

Oh, the Barbary Coast is no place for me
Ye have one drink then wake up at sea

Two months' wages they are dead
An' a donkey's breakfast for your head

Track 3: THE LANG AWA’ SHIP:

On a bonny green knowe by the side of the sea
Sat a sailor's wife and her bairnies three
And they sang as the wee waves gaed and cam'
"It's braw to sit and see the ships comin' in"

Oh, it's braw to sit and see the ships comin' in
Oh, it's braw to sit and see the ships comin' in
They sang at the wee waves gait and cam'
It's braw to sit and see the ships comin' in

Oh, an outward bound may be fair to see
Wi' the white sails set to the breezes free
But to gladden the heart I'm sure there's nane
Like the sicht o' the lang awa' ship comin' hame

A wee boat has left the big ship's side
It skims ower the tap o' the glancin' tide
The keel's on the beach, and the sailor free
He's hame to his wife and his bairnies three

To a canty ingle and a clean hearth stane
They welcome the sailor to his hame again
And wi' gratefu' hearts they praise His name
Wha's power gar'd the lang awa chip come hame

Track 4: BILLY BOY:

Where have you bin all the day, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Where have you bin all the day, me Billy Boy?
I've been walkin' on the quay, with me charmin' Nancy Lee
 And sweet Nancy tickled me fancy, oh, me charmin' Billy Boy!

Is she fit to be yer wife, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Aye, she's fit to be me wife as the fork is to the knive

Can she cook a bit o' steak, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
She can cook a bit o' steak, aye, an' make a gridle cake

Can she make an Irish stew, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
She can make an Irish stew, aye, an' a Cornish pasty too

Does she sleep close unto thee, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Aye, she sleeps close unto me, like the bark is to the tree

Can she make a feather bed, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
She can make a feather bed, fit for any sailor's head

Can she darn and can she sew, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Aye, she can darn and she can sew, there is nought she cannot do

Can she wash and can she clean, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Aye, she can wash and she can clean, an' she plays the tambourine

Can she heave the dipsy lead, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
[She can heave the dipsy lead an' she loves to roll in bed]

Can she strop a block, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
[Aye, she can strop a block an' she'll be waiting on the dock]

Track 5 - JOHN BROWN’S BODY:

John Brown was skipper of a Yankee Clipper Ship
John Brown was skipper of a Yankee Clipper Ship
John Brown was skipper of a Yankee Clipper Ship
As we go rolling home

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
As we go rolling home

John Brown's daughter is a maiden so I'm told
Her fingers decked with diamonds and her toes is decked with gold
John Brown's daughter is a maiden so I'm told

John Brown's daughter got a bunion on her toes
John Brown's daughter got a wart upon her nose
John Brown's daughter got a bunion on her toes

John Brown's daughter chews terbacky by the pound
She's the roughest, toughest son-of-a-bitch that you have ever found
John Brown's daughter chews terbacky by the pound

There's my gal with the blue dress on
Her catheads they would take an anchor weighin' twenty ton
There's my gal with the blue dress on

John Brown's daughter sits upon a grassy plot
John Brown's daughter likes her dinner served up hot
John Brown's daughter sits upon a grassy plot

John Brown's daughter drinks her whiskey neat and straight
John Brown's daughter got a bowline round the mate
John Brown's daughter drinks her whiskey neat and straight

Track 5 - THE KINSALE HERRING:

There was an old man who came from Kinsale
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling
And he had a herring, a herring for sale
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling
Sing man from Kinsale with a herring for sale
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling
And indeed I have more of my herring to sing
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling

And what do you think they made of his head?
The finest griddle that ever baked bread
Sing herring, sing head, sing griddle, sing bread

What do you think they made of his mouth?
The finest kettle that ever did spout
Sing herring, sing mouth, sing kettle, sing spout

And what do you think they made of his back?
A nice little man, his name it was Jack
Sing herring, sing back, sing man, sing Jack

And what do you think they made of his belly?
A nice little girl, her name it was Nelly
Sing herring, sing belly, sing girl, sing Nelly

And what do you think they made of his bones?
The finest hammer that ever broke stones
Sing herring, sing bones, sing hammer, sing stones

And what do you think they made of his bottom?
The finest old woman that ever spun cotton
Sing herring, sing bottom, sing woman, sing cotton

And what do you think they made of his tail?
The finest ship that ever did sail
Sing herring, sing tail, sing ship, sing sail
And I have no more of my herring to sing

Track 7 - MISTER STORMALONG:

Note: lyrics in brackets are floating verses.

Ah, Stormy's gone, that good old man
Way, high, Stormalong
Ah, Stormy's gone, that good old man
Aye, Aye, Mister Stormalong

[Of all the sailors he was best
But now he's dead and gone to rest]

[He slipped his cable off Cape Horn
Close by the place where he was born]

Well he's moored at last and he's furled his sails
He's free from wrecks and far from gales

We dug his grave with a silver spade
His shroud of the finest silk was made

Well we lowered him down with a golden chain
Each eye was dim but not with rain

[An able seaman bold an' true
A good ol' skipper to his crew]

As Stormy's heard that bugle call
So sing this dirge, now, one and all

[Oh, now we'll sing his funeral song
Oh, roll her over, long and strong]

[For fifty years he sailed the seas
In winter gale and summer breeze]

[And so Ol' Stormy's day was done
South fifty-six, west fifty-one]

[Ol' Stormy was a seaman bold
A grand ol' man o' the days of old]

Track 8 - JOHN, JOHN CROW:

Every Sunday mornin'
John, John Crow

When I go a-courtin'

Meet me in the sugar cane

That is if it doesn't rain

Oh, what kind of man is you?

Comin' down a-loafin' too

Come down upon me lively

Cut her, man, timely

Good beefsteak and mutton chop

Make your lips go flippety-flop

Then I'll drink my limejuice

When I get in the calaboose

I went to my woman's door

Just like I been goin' before

Come back bout have past four

If I'm done I'll open the door

I keep rappin' on my woman's door

Like I never been there before

Oh, you oughta do like me

Get a good woman and let me be

Track 9 - GOOD MORNING, LADIES ALL:

We are outward bound for Mobile town
With a heave-o, haul!
An' we'll heave the ol' wheel round an' round
Good mornin' ladies all!

An' when we get to Mobile town
Oh, 'tis there we'll drink an' sorrow drown

Them gals down south are free an' gay
Wid them we'll spend our hard-earned pay

We'll swing around, we'll have good fun
An' soon we'll be back on the homeward run

An' when we get to Bristol town
For the very last time we'll waltz around

With Poll and Meg an' Sally too
We'll drink an' dance wid a hullabaloo

So a long goodbye to all you dears
Don't cry for us, don't waste yer tears

Track 10 - GOODNIGHT, LADIES:

This is the way we sew the sails
Sew the sail, sew the sails
This is the way we sew the sails
On the good ship Shenandoah

Good night ladies, good night ladies
Good night ladies, we're gonna leave ya now
Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along
Merrily we roll along, on the good ship Shenandoah

This is the way we roust about
This is the way we roust about

This is the way we tuck a splice
This is the way we tuck a splice

This is the way we stow a bunt
This is the way we stow a bunt

This is the way we heave away
This is the way we heave away

Track 11 - HO, THE LAST ONE:

Well swing away and let me go
Ho the last one
Swing away and let me go
Ho the last one

Heave this line and lemme go
Let me go down to the waterside

Oh we walk down to the waterside
Let me run this boat to the waterside

Pull this boat down to the sea
Pull this boat down to the sea

Heave this line and lemme go
Broke this line and lemme go

Come pull this line and let me go
Swing your tail and let me go

Swing your tail and let me go
Swing your tail and let me go

Young gal, come swing your tail
Swing your tail like a grouper tail

Swing your tail like a snapper tail
Swing your tail like a snapper tail

Young gal, come swing your tail
Swing your tail like a barracuda tail

Young gal, come swing your tail
Swing your tail to the waterside

The last one shall come again
Last one from down below

The last one for the ninety-nine
Last one for the thirty-nine

Swing away and let me go
Swing away and let me go

Track 12 - THE JAMESTOWN HOMEWARD BOUND:

The farmer's heart with joy is filled when his crops are good and sound
But who can feel the wild delight of the sailor homeward bound?
For three long years have passed away since we left freedom's shore
Our long-felt wish has come at last, and we're homeward bound once more

To where the sky is clear as the maiden's eye who longs for our return
To the land where milk and honey flows and liberty it was born
So fill our sails with the favoring gales, and with shipmates all around
We'll give three cheers for our starry flag and the Jamestown homeward bound

To the Mediterranean shores we've been, and its beauties we have seen
And Sicily's grand and lofty hills and Italy's garden green
We've gazed on Mount Vesuvius, with its rugged slumbering dome
Night is the time in that red clime when a sailor thinks of home

We've strayed round Pompeii's ruined walls, and on them carved our names
And thought of its ancient beauties past and vanished lordly dames
And gazed on tombs of mighty kings who oft in battle won
But what were they in all their sway with our brave Washington?

And now we have arrived in port and striping's our last job
And friendly faces look around in search of Bill or Bob
They see that we are safe at last from the perils of the sea
Saying, "You're welcome, Columbia's mariners, to your homes and liberty."

Track 13 - I SAILED THE SEA:

As the sun sinks o'er the yard
The evening sea so still and calm
There's a time, there's a time
So long ago

As a young man I sailed the sea
In clipper ships crammed full of tea
From the East, from the East
So long ago

And round Cape Horn me mind goes now
Where waves crash like mountains o'er the bow
All around, all around
So long ago

And as my mind goes back down the years
I'm up aloft with all my fears
In the gales, in the gales
So long ago

So hard the work, so little pay
And always longing for the day
Turning home, turning home
So long ago

Pretty faces where'er you go
Make a sailor's money melt like snow
In the sun, in the sun
So long ago

From Calcutta, Rangoon and Bombay
To Lancaster and Liverpool Bay
Sailing home, sailing home
So long ago

And as I sit here in me chair
The world's gone crazy but I don't care
Memories clear. Memories clear
So long ago

As the sun sinks below the yard
The evening sea so still and calm
There's a time, there's a time
So long ago

Track 14 - OH, ROW, HEAVE AND GO:

What is in the pot a-boiling?
Oh, row, heave and go
Two sheep shanks and an apple pie dumpling
Oh, row, heave and go

There was a ship she sailed to Spain
There was a ship she sailed to Spain

There was a ship came back again
There was a ship came back again

And what do you think was in her hold?
And what do you think was in her hold?

She had diamonds, she had gold
She had diamonds, she had gold

And what was in her lazareet?
And what was in her lazareet?

Why, good split peas and bad bull meat
Why, good split peas and bad bull meat

And who do you think was the old man on her?
Slimy Jim, the squarehead man

And who do you think was the chief mate of her?
Why Bossy Bill, the Bowery Bastard

Many sailormen are drowned
Many sailormen are drowned

And if we drown when we are young
Well, better drown than to be hung

Track 15 - WALK ALONG, MY ROSIE:

Oh, I am here and you are there
Away, you Rosie, walk along
Oh, I am here and you are there
Walk along, my Rosie

Oh, Rosie, she's the gal for me
She hangs around the big levee

My Rosie's young, my Rosie's kind
A better gal you'll never find

So haul me up and hang me off
The mate, he says we've hauled enough

Track 16 - RED IRON ORE:
Note: Solo ballad - no chorus lines

Come all ye bold sailors that follow the Lakes
On an iron ore vessel, your living to make
I shipped in Chicago, bid adieu to the shore
Bound away to Escanaba for red iron ore

In the month of September, the seventeenth day
Two dollars and a quarter is all they would pay
And on Monday morning the Bridgeport did take
The E.C. Roberts out in the Lake

The wind from the south'ard sprang up a fresh breeze
And away through Lake Michigan the Roberts did sneeze
And away through Lake Michigan the Roberts did roar
And on Friday morning we passed through death's door

This packet she howled across the mouth of Green Bay
And before her cutwater, there dashed a white spray
We rounded the sandpoint, our anchor let go
We furled in our canvas and the watch went below

Next morning we hove alongside the Exile
And soon was made fast to an iron ore pile
They lowered their chutes and like thunder did roar
They spouted into us that red iron ore

Some sailors took shovels while others got spades
And some took wheelbarrows - each man to his trade
We looked like red devils, our fingers got sore
And we cursed Escanaba and that damned iron ore

The tug Escanaba she towed out the Minch
The Roberts she thought she had left in a pinch
And as she passed by us she bid us goodbye
Saying, "We'll meet you in Cleveland next Fourth of July!"

Through Louse Island it blew a fresh breeze
We passed the Foxes, the Beavers, the Skillagalees
We flew by the Minch for to show her the way
And she ne'er hove in sight till we were off Thunder Bay

Across Saginaw Bay the Roberts did ride
With the deep and dark waters rolling over her side
And now for Port Huron the Roberts must go
Where the tug Kate Williams she took us in tow

We went through North Passage - O Lord, how it blew!
And all round the Dummy a large fleet there came too
The night being dark, Old Nick it would scare
And we hove up next morning and for Cleveland did steer

And now we're in Cleveland, made fast stem and stern
And over the bottle we'll spin a big yarn
But Captain Harvey Shannon, he ought to stand treat
For getting into Cleveland ahead of the fleet

Now my song is ended, I hope you won't scoff
Our dunnage is packed and all hands is paid off
Here's a health to the Roberts, she's staunch, strong and true
Not forgotten the bold boys that comprise her crew
Derry down, down
Down, derry down

Track 17 - LINDY LOWE:

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe, the prettiest gal I know
On the finest boat that ever float
On the Ohio, the Mississippi or the Ohio

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe, to Louisiana show

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe, by the Gulf of Mexico

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe, to the bayous deep and slow

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe [the boat on ring to go?]

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe before the whistle blow

Come smilin' Lindy Lowe, get onboard or row

Track 18 - THE PRETTY MAID MILKING HER COW:

The moon calmly sleeps on the ocean
And tinges each white bosom'd sail
The barque, scarcely conscious of motion
Glides slowly before the soft gale
How vain are the charms they discover
My heart from its sorrows to draw
While memory still carries me over
To the pretty girl milking her cow

Ye billows, beneath me now swelling
To you my hard fate I deplore
Though far from my oak-shaded dwelling
Ye bear me to some distant shore
Though the raging tempest may sever
My frame from thy cot roofed with straw
This heart shall adore thee forever
My pretty girl milking her cow

Ye breezes around me that hover
The tale of my woes ye may learn
And bear back the sighs of a lover
Who never again shall return
For next, when along the waves fading
The last blush of evening shall glow
Those waves will my sorrows be shading
My pretty girl milking her cow

The moon calmly sleeps on the ocean
And tinges each white bosom'd sail
The barque, scarcely conscious of motion
Glides slowly before the soft gale
How vain are the charms they discover
My heart from its sorrows to draw
While memory still carries me over
To the pretty girl milking her cow

Track 19 - OH, ANNIE, OH!:

Hopped up on the Richmond an' then upon the Lee
Oh, Annie, oh-O!
I hopped upon the Belle, an' she got away from me
Oh, Annie, oh

Belle's so fast she's got no time
Hand me down a dollar and a dime

Han' me down a dollar an' a dime
Give me the sign an' the money's mine

Han' me down a dollar an' a dime
It's a dollar a day, work or play

I'm going to ship on the Eagle Tender
Buy my wife a Grecian bender

Hopped up on the Richmond and then upon the Lee
I hopped upon the Belle and she got away from me

Track 20 - COME LOOSE EVERY SAIL TO THE BREEZE:

Come, loose every sail to the breeze
The course of my vessel improve
I've done with the toils of the sea
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love

Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love
I have done with the toils of the sea
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love

Since Emma is true as she's fair
My griefs I will fling all to the wind
'Tis a pleasing return to my care
My mistress is constant and kind

My sails are all filled to my dear
What tropic bird swifter can move?
Who, cruel, shall hold to his career
That returns to the nest of his love

Then hoist every sail to the breeze
Come, shipmates, and join in the song
Let's drink while the ship sails the seas
To the gale that my drive her along

Track 21 - HURRAH, SING FARE YE WELL:

Oh fare ye well me bonny young gal
Hurrah! sing fare-ye-well!
Sing fare ye well, oh, fare-ye-well
Hurrah! sing fare-ye-well!

We're bound away to Callyo
Oh, fare ye well, me Liverpool gal

I may come back to you some day
With a spankin' big fat pay-day

But when we get to Callyo
I'll find some nice gal there, you know

As I walked out one mornin' fair
I met a puta [flash girl] standin' there

She winked at me I do declare
Black as night was her raven hair

She was a Spanish beauty bold
Her name was Carmen, so I'm told

Oh, fare ye well, we're bound away
We're bound away this sailing day

With Okay Pete to serve as cook
He's sure to get a dirty look

And when our ship she makes a port
We'll go ashore and find some sport

Oh, fare ye well, we're bound away
We're bound away this sailing day