Auckland to the Bluff

I’ve sailed from Auckland to the Bluff
A thousand miles and that’s enough
A thousand miles on the heaving sea
Glory Halleju that’s enough for me

Black Velvet Band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Boys of Bedlam

And still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare
And they live by the air
And they want no drink or money

Chicken on a Raft

Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh what a terrible sight to see
Dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sittin there pickin at a chicken on a raft
Hi-yo chicken on a raft
Hi-yo chicken on a raft
Hi-yo chicken on a raft
Hi-yo chicken on a raft

Dead Horse Shanty

… and they say so and we hope so
… oh poor old man

Demon Lover

I’ll show you where the white lilies grow
On the banks of Italy
I’ll show you where the white fishes swim
At the bottom of the sea

Drunken Sailor

Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

Fiddler’s Green

Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip mates
And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green

Gaol Song

To me hip fol the day hip fol the day
To me hip fol the day fol the digee oh

General Taylor

General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along John carry him along
General Taylor gained the day
Carry him to his burying ground

Singing wa-a-a-ay you stormy
Walk him along John carry him along
Wa-a-a-ay you stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

Good Ale

O good ale thou art my darling
Thou art my joy both night and morning

Hard Times Come Again No More

‘Tis the song the sigh of the weary
Hard times hard times come again no more
Many days you have lingered outside my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more

Holy Ground

Fine girl you are You’re the girl that I adore
And still I live in hope to see the holy ground once more

Leave her Johnny

Leave her Johnny leave her
and it’s time for us to leave her

Leave her Johnny leave her O-h leave her Johnny leave her
and it’s time for us to leave her

Liverpool Judies

Singing roll roll bullies roll
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

Molly Malone

Alive alive-o alive alive-o
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive-o

Nutting Girl

With my right fal lal to me ral tal lal
Whack fol the dear old day
And what few nuts that poor girl had
She threw them all away

Pace-egging Song

Here’s one two three jolly lads all of one mind
And we’ve come a pace-egging and we hope you’ll prove kind
And we hope you’ll prove kind with your eggs and strong beer
For we’ll come no more nigh you until the next year

Pleasant and Delightful

And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day
And the larks they sang melodious and the larks they sang melodious
And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day

And I’m going to leave you Nancy you’re the girl that I adore
And I’m going to leave you Nancy and I’m going to leave you Nancy
And I’m going to leave you Nancy you’re the girl that I adore

Saying may I go along with you Oh no my love farewell
Saying may I go along with you saying may I go along with you
Saying may I go along with you Oh no my love farewell

And if ever I return again and if ever I return again
And if I ever return again and if I ever return again
And if ever I return again I will make you my bride

South Australia

… Heave away haul away
… We’re bound for South Australia

Heave away you rollikins Heave away haul away
Heave away you’ll hear me sing We’re bound for South Australia

Spanish Ladies

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues

The Grey Funnel Line

It’s one more day on the Grey Funnel line

The Happy Man

With his pipe and his friends puffing hours away
Singing song after song till he hails the new day
He can laugh dance and sing and smoke without fear
Be as happy as a king till he hails the new year

The Postman’s Knock

Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman’s knock
Every morning as true as the clock
Somebody hears the postman’s knock

The Punch Ladle

Bring me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl
I’ll fathom the bowl I’ll fathom the bowl
Bring me the punch ladle I’ll fathom the bowl

Three Score and Ten

And it’s three score and ten boys and men were lost from Grimsby town
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough many hundreds more were drowned
Our herring craft our trawlers our fishing smacks as well
They long did fight that bitter night and battle with the swell

Wild Rover

And it’s no nay never…..
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more