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
