But now old Stormy's dead and gone— PADDY DOYLE. (FURLING SAILS.) To me aye-aye-aye And we'll f-u-r-r-l! 1 Aye-aye-aye And pay Paddy Doyle for his BOOTS! 2 To me aye-aye-aye-- And we'll s-i-n-g! Aye-aye And we'll h-e-a-v-e! Aye-aye And pay Paddy Doyle for his BOOTS! To me aye-aye-aye-- And we'll h-e-a-v-e! Aye-aye And we'll s-w-i-n-g! Aye-aye And pay Paddy Doyle for his BOOTS! 1 and All hands join in and roll up the sail at the words in italics. This song is used only when stowing courses and topsails. For the furling of lighter sails and other short pieces of work, or where only three or four men are engaged, there are short chanties, such as: Oho, Jew, roll him over!" "O bunt him, bunt him, boys!" "O rouse him, boys, rouse him, O!" etc, 66 ROLLING HOME. (WINDLASS OR CAPSTAN.) PIPE all hands to man the windlass, If we all heave with a will, boys, Eighteen months away from England; DIXIE LAND. 2 (HOISTING.) WAY down in Dixie, In Dixie Land where de cotton grow— 1 Or whatever port the ship is leaving. 2 This chanty, like "Roll de Cotton Down," was no doubt originally a cotton-stowing song on the Mississippi, where the solo man was the leader of a gang, and the gang trolled out the chorus. Q Way down in Dixie, In Dixie Land I had a gal- Her name it was Jemima-Joe— She had black eyes and a lovely nose- Way down in Dixie, She dressed so smart she broke my Way down in Dixie, heart There came a big buck nigger along— Way down in Dixie, He made love to my yaller gal— I gave him one with a marline-spike- Way down in Dixie, So across the sea I had to go— Way down in Dixie, And now I am a sailorman- SALLY BROWN. (HOISTING.) I SHIPPED aboard of a Liverpool liner- I shipped aboard of a Liverpool liner- Sally Brown was a gay mulatto- Sally Brown was a gay mulatto— Seven long years I courted Sally- Seven long years I courted Sally— Sally, I said, why don't you marry- She said I was no bone, to tarry Spend my money on Sally Brown! So round the Horn I went for Sally- Sally Brown she married a baker- In New Orleans he took her dancing-- And now my Sally is gone for ever- BLOW, BULLIES, BLOW. (HOISTING.) THERE'S a Black Ball ship coming down the river-Blow, bullies, blow! There's a Black Ball ship coming down the river- And who d'ye think is the captain of her?— And who d'ye think is the captain of her?— 1 No good. Why, bully-man Hays is the captain of her— Why, bully-man Hays is the captain of her- He'll hound you round from watch to watch— He'll hound you round from watch to watch— And who d'ye think is the first mate of her?— And who d'ye think is the first mate of her?— Santander Jones, he's a rocket from hell, boys— Santander Jones, he's a rocket from hell, boys--~ He'll ride you down, as you ride the spanker— He'll ride you down, as you ride the spanker- DRUNKEN SAILOR.2 WHAT shall we do with a drunken sailor, Early in the morning! 1 If the piece of work lasts long enough, this song continues through the whole list of officers, their attributes, what the men are fed on, what the ship is loaded with, etc., till the mate shouts "Belay!" and the halyards are made fast and coiled down. There is a variant of this song, which is sung to a quicker measure, and begins: "Blow, my boys, for I long to hear you.' 2 This is a 66 runaway" song; i. e. it is sung by all hands together, ramping hurriedly along the deck and pulling the line with them. |