Leaving on the Morning Tide So raise the anchor from the bed, haul away you roving lads, Turn the capstan with your spar, heave away mi jolly tars. Wind the rope and stretch her tight, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Heave away with all your might, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Morning tide, the morning tide, we’re leaving on the morning tide. Fifty sailors, ‘eave and push, raising that damned anchor up, Five abreast they turn the wheel, the fiddler plays a jolly reel. Wind the rope and stretch her tight, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Heave away with all your might, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Morning tide, the morning tide, we’re leaving on the morning tide Instrumental break Wind the rope and stretch her tight, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Heave away with all your might, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Morning tide, the morning tide, we’re leaving on the morning tide Hear the bos’un sing and call, heave together one and all, From morning ‘til the afternoon, we’ll get that anchor weighed up soon Wind the rope and stretch her tight, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Heave away with all your might, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Morning tide, the morning tide, we’re leaving on the morning tide We’ll raise the anchor, haul ‘er slow, turn the capstan round you go, Lean your weight against the spar, round me jolly tars. Wind the rope and stretch her tight, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Heave away with all your might, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Morning tide, the morning tide, we’re leaving on the morning tide So raise the anchor from the bed, haul away you roving lads, Turn the capstan with your spar, heave away mi jolly tars. Wind the rope and stretch her tight, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Heave away with all your might, we’re leaving on the morning tide, Morning tide, the morning tide, we’re leaving on the morning tide

I am a seaman's wife My name is Betty Gray And on one bitter winter's day My man did sail away He shipped aboard a submarine Unbridled was her name Until the old man spoke for change And Vandal she became Oh, hide or die the seabirds cry When the gods ar on the water Ill luck gleams in their angry eyes Lambs they are to slaughter Oh well I remember when he set sail From Lanza's lonely shore The sky was full of screaming gulls And the new moon wrapped in the old one's shawl Oh, hide or die the seabirds cry When the gods ar on the water Ill luck gleams in their angry eyes Lambs they are to slaughter Thirty seven brave sailor men Did sail away that day Thirty seven for England's sake But none came back again Now the years roll on and the war is done And broken hearts grow stronger I'll weep no more on Lanza's shore And look for him no longer Oh, hide or die the seabirds cry When the gods ar on the water Ill luck gleams in their angry eyes Lambs they are to slaughter

King’s Man o’War .When I was a lad, come listen if you will I was working with me mother and me father at the mill, It’s a right good job, Tess my lovely bride Money in me pocket and me future lookin’ bright; Then one dark night the press gang came to town They dragged me from me bed and took me from me house They chained us alt together , they marched us to the shore, And sailed us down to Plymouth for to join a man o’ war. Haul way, you millers of the corn Heave away, you thatchers of the straw, Haul away, you tillers of the soil You’re going to be a sailor on a King’s man o’ war. For the next five years I barely left the bloody ship, They trained me as a sailor up on each and every deck. I swept up the floor, I caulked up all the boards, I climbed up the mizzen and the mainsail and the fore, I unfurled the sails, I learned to fire a gun On a four and twenty pounder a gunner I become In my first main squall. we split the Frenchies’ hull But a splinter from the decking left a crater in me skull.. Haul way, you millers of the corn Heave away, you thatchers of the straw, Haul away, you tillers of the soil You’re going to be a sailor on a King’s man o’ war. I was dashed to the deck, among the blood and gore, And all around me men were lying wounded on the floor, The guns fly back, they shoot their deadly spill, If the cannonballs don’t get you then the splinters surely will The guns fly back. we load ‘em up again We shove another charge down the barrel of the gun, With the smoke and the fire, and the guns’ infernal roar, You’ve never seen a place as close to hell as this before Haul way, you millers of the corn Heave away, you thatchers of the straw, Haul away, you tillers of the soil You’re going to be a sailor on a King’s man o’ war. We smashed through the Frenchies, Bony and his crew, At The Nile and Trafalgar showed them all a thing or two, With our sails full of wind, how the guns did roar They felt the mighty impact of a British man o’war; But when the war were done, they sent us home again With a measly bloody pension to the folk they’d took us from, Old salty dogs missing arms and missing legs Begging at the workhouse for our victuals and our bread. Haul way, you millers of the corn Heave away, you thatchers of the straw, Haul away, you tillers of the soil You’re going to be a sailor on a King’s man o’ war. Repeat chorus

It’s All Too Much We work so hard from dawn to dusk, We’re never allowed no rest, Imprisoned in that village hall We work like women possessed. The vicar he will crack the whip, Saying “you will surely pay If you don’t reach your target Fifty granny squares a day” So, plain one pearl two, cast off me girls, All the livelong day, With a stitch in time, we tow the line As we knit and we crochet. (eeeeoww!)(sing twice) All from the neighbouring villages, You can hear our dreary moan, While our ‘usbands with their G and Ts, Leave us all pale and wan. And when we get to the end of a row, There’s yet more grief and pain, ‘Cos we must turn and turn about And knit right back again.. So, plain one pearl two, cast off me girls, When that coffee morning’s over, We can hardly draw our breath, Before the annual village fete, For us it’s a fate much worse than death. Those miners in that deep dark pit, They live such cushy lives Compared to us ladies of the WI Us poor bank managers’ wives. So, plain one pearl two, cast off me girls, Pitiful are our wages, As slaves we’ll live and die, Now it’s off to Mark’s and Spencer’s Cushion covers for to buy, And when out knitting day is over, Our labour is not done, For we must make that Victoria sponge, Before the setting of the sun. So, plain one pearl two, cast off me girls,

We’re Going Whaling Key D 1. Out of New(D) Bedford, Massa(A7)chusetts We’re on a (D)whaler out on the(G) sea, Round South A(D)merica, by way of(A7) Cape Horn We’re flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue (D)sea. 2. We hun be(D)luga, we hunt the(A7) narwhal, We hunt the (D)humpback, where ‘ere they(G) be, We want the (D)sperm whale for sperma(A7)toza Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue(D) sea Haul a(A)way, boys, heave a(D)way boys Haul a(A)way out on the(D)deep We’ll soon be(G) flying out in the(D) longboats (A7)Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue (D)sea 3. There she(D) blows, boys, the lookout’s (A7)seen ‘er We speed to(D)wards ‘er, sails to the(G) breeze, We edge up (D)closer, quiet as we(A7) can be, Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue (D)sea 4. We sling the(D) ‘arpoon, and then a(A7)nother The ‘ooks go (D)deep into ‘er(G) blubber, Then off(D) she dives, lads and the ropes are(A7) smokin’ Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue(D) sea Haul away, boys, haul away boys Haul away out on the deep We’ll soon be flying out in the longboats Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue sea Instrumental – follow verse pattern:- D/A7/D/G/D/A7/D 5. She’ll surely (D)crash us, if we go (A7)closer She’s fifty (D)tons come from the (G)deep And so we(D) ‘ang back, and let the (A7)line play Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue(D) sea Haul away, boys, haul away boys Haul away out on the deep We’ll soon be flying out in the longboats Flying on the crest of the waves of the deep blue sea Repeat and last line twice

1.Vivien Stevens sailed the sea ,rolling up and roll away, to gain his share of prize money, roll, roll away, On Nelson’s Navy he were bent rolling up and roll away – to go to sea to fight the French. roll, roll away, Rolling up and roll away-we’ll get rich on prize money. Spend it all on whisk-eye –a - pretty little girls so frisk-eye aye 2.18-0-8 in Amethyst’s crew, rolling up and roll away , he survived when splinters flew, roll, roll away, A hundred Frenchmen died that day, rolling up and roll away , Thetis took for prize money, roll, roll away, Rolling up and roll away-we’ll get rich on prize money. Spend it all on whisk-eye –a - pretty little girls so frisk-eye aye 3 .At Basque Roads, 1809, rolling up and roll away Cochrane’s fireships broke the line, roll, roll away, Wrecking France’s fleet that day, rolling up and roll away Vivien fought in Biscay Bay.. roll, roll away, Rolling up and roll away-we’ll get rich on prize money. Spend it all on whisk-eye –a - pretty little girls so frisk-eye aye 4.Flashbacks of a bloody war .rolling up and roll away. scarred his mind for ever more, roll, roll away, His money spent in St Ives bars, rolling up and roll away -women, wine and fine cigars. roll, roll away, Rolling up and roll away-we’ll get rich on prize money. Spend it all on whisk-eye –a - pretty little girls so frisk-eye aye 5. In 18 hundred sixty two, rolling up and roll away, Vivien’s time on earth was due, roll, roll away, Legends of his time at sea, rolling up and roll away - his immortal legacy roll, roll away, Rolling up and roll away-we’ll get rich on prize money. Spend it all on whisk-eye –a - pretty little girls so frisk-eye aye Rolling up and roll away-we’ll get rich on prize money. Spend it all on whisk-eye –a - pretty little girls so frisk-eye aye

Sinking Fast 1. (E) Uncertain destinations calling drowning like a stone Freakshow world around us – hear those sirens moan. We’re sinking (A7) fast, we’re sinking fast, This(B7) ship is headed for the rocks (A7) in that stormy blast, And (B7) will we perish on the sea, tied (A7) up to that mast So let’s (F#) sing our final shanty tune be(A)fore we breathe our last. We’re (E)sinking fast, we’re sinking fast 2. Those predatory parasites upon this world they tread, Of all the fruits they drain it, and leave us pale and bled. We’re sinking fast.... 3. You lead us to the ballot box as to the altar shrine And shamelessly you milk the trough and steal the bread and wine. We’re sinking fast..... 4. From your tunnel vision mother nature reels from shock And blindly stumble onwards and hear that ticking clock. We’re sinking fast..... 5. Headed for that melting pot that point of no return Grasping for that parachute before we crash and burn. We’re sinking fast..... 6. Great global amoeba hoovers up everything Hanging by our finger tips to one last hope we cling We’re sinking fast..... 7. The banker’s in his tower of glass, the dog has chewed the bone, And grandma’s on the toilet playing with her phone. We’re sinking fast..... 8. No future for our children, they can only drown Sucked into the whirlpool, that slowly drags them down. We’re sinking fast..... (short hold on E(7) chord 9. The rich behind their iron gates, the beggars multiply, While we’re all dreaming of Range Rovers in the sky. We’re sinking fast..... 10. So let’s raise our voices one and all before the die is cast, Tell it on the mountain this song will be our last... We’re sinking fast.....

The Black Ball Line I was a tailor, Tom was a tinker Jim were a soldier, up from the line We never signed up nor volunteered For we were pressed on the Black Ball Line. Heave the mainsail, haul up the mizzen Heave the halyard, and keep her tight For we’re now sailors out on the ocean We’ve been pressed on the Black Ball Line We’re off to Boston, on the Montezana, To Americay, this ship is bound We’ve left our wives, we’ve left our sweethearts We’ve been pressed on the Black Ball Line. Heave the mainsail, haul up the mizzen.... Instrumental break Heave the mainsail, haul up the mizzen The hours are long boys, the work is ‘eavy, We work from dawn, ‘til late at night, We raise the sails, we hoist the rigging, For we’ve been pressed on the Black Ball Line. Heave the mainsail, haul up the mizzen We brave the winds, lads, we brave the breakers, At fourteen knots we’re riding high We sing a shanty to keep us going For we’ve been pressed on the Black Ball Line. Heave the mainsail, haul up the mizzen

William Taylor William Taylor was a brisk young sailor, Full of fancy in his head, To me his mind he did uncover, Said that he and I should wed. Four and twenty British sailors, Met him on the King’s highway, As he journeyed to our wedding Pressed he was and sailed away (That was his story anyway!) Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day Sailor’s clothing I put on And climbed on board a man o’war, My pretty little fingers long and slender, That sailor’s tackle would explore I thought I would escape detection, Though the jargon I disdained, Just the sharp end and the blunt end, Forget about those fancy names Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day Of my disguise I felt so proud, Suspicions none did I awake Until that day that fateful day, That I made MY FIRST MISTAKE! I’d kept my secret undiscovered, All my actions so discreet, Until that day that I forgot About that wretched toilet seat Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day The bosun followed in after me, And soon my secret did betray Turned out he was a woman also, Similarly dressed in man’s array.. Now a sailor’s work is hard and heavy And very soon there came to pass, That multiple wardrobe malfunctions, Uncovered many another lass Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day And now to prune the number of verses, Not cut a short story long, It turned out that this man of war, Was crewed by women to a man. All of us girls had thus embarked, Putting on a man’s attire, Were all engaged to William Taylor, That fifty timing bloomin’ liar Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day So think about those men of war, That sailed upon the ocean blue, Crossing of the T with Nelson, Made up of women in their crew, Now men of war don’t often need, Into a parking space reverse, So this fact went undetected, (Perhaps I should have left out this verse?) Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day And so us girls we all demoted, Napoleon way down our list, First we’ll settle the score with William Taylor After which he won’t be quite as brisk!! When we get hold of William Taylor, He’ll rue he saw the light of day, Is that him over there dressed as a woman, To try to escape what’s coming his way? Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day And so to end this long long story, You’re probably completely bored, I think one thing we know for certain It won’t be winning a folk award! Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day Fol a diddle dum a diddlum a dido What a load of load of twaddle-um a dido day

The Mary Rose 1. Now Henry loved his ship, the Mary Rose; 600 tons of solid British Oak: The flagship of his mighty fleet For 40 years she salied th seas Henry loved his ship the Mary Rose But she’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blue sea She’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blus sea Oh, she’s gone down, she’s gone down She’s gone D-0-W-N down She’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blue sea. 2. She was the fastest carrack of the fleet No other ship could match her for her speed In 1512 at St Mathieu She shot the Grand Louise right through, Watch the French turn tail and then retreat. But she’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blue sea... 3. Then they took her back into the dock, Put gunports in and strengthened up her back, But from that day the legends say The Mary Rose she lost her way ‘Unweatherly’ was how they summed her up. But she’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blue sea 4. In ’45 the Mary Rose she sank She turned to fire a broadside at the French But the gunports on the lower deck Lay open as she went to attack The waters they poured in and down she went.. But she’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blue sea 5. In the Battle of the Solent 45, 500 sailors died as she went down The rigging that was there to stop Boarders trying to board that ship Trapped them on the deck and they all drowned But she’s gone down to the bottom of the deep blue sea Repeat chorus then rep last line twice

Portsmouth Town 1. Well, I’ve gone down to Portsmouth Town to see what I could see, And I met a young fella called William Brown, a cut above were ‘e ‘E wore a fancy uniform with a sabre by ‘is side, And ‘e fell for me, I could see ‘e did by the roving of his eyes. The Roving of his eyes, the roving of his eyes, Well,’e fell for me I could see ‘e did by the roving of his eyes. 2. ‘E said e’d sailed the seven seas, twice gone round the ‘orn’ Down by South Americay, battles what ‘e ‘ad fought Pirate ships e’d boarded, spiked their mighty guns And the more ‘e bragged and boasted, well, the more I led ‘im on The more I led ‘im on, the more I led ‘im on Well, the more ‘e bragged and boasted, well, the more I led ‘im on. 3. Well, I coaxed ‘im and I egged ‘im on, batted my brown eyes I let ‘is arms slip round me waist, I giggled with surprise. ‘E said “let’s take a room somewhere, where we can spend the night”, And I said I knew a place quite near, and I led ‘im by and by. I led ‘im by and by, I led ‘im by and by I said I knew a place quite near and I led ‘im by and by. 4. Well, we went down through Portsmouth Town down to the Prince of Wales For I ‘ad a little business there, with the landlord and ‘is mates We bought ‘im pints of ‘knock-me-down’ – all that ‘e could drink, By ‘alf past six in the afternoon. ‘e were three sheets to the wind. Three sheets to the wind, ‘e were three sheets to the wind By ‘alf past six in the afternoon ‘e were three sheets to the wind. 5. Well, we went up the winding stairs, up to a lodging room, And ‘e took off ‘is pants and drawers, and ‘is fancy uniform. As soon as ‘e got into bed, ‘e began to snore So I took ‘is money, ‘is pants and ‘is drawers, and I flew out the door I flew out the door, I flew out the door, Well, I took ‘is money, ‘is pants and ‘is drawers and I flew out the door. 6. Next morning William Brown woke up, ‘e saw that I ‘ad gone. With ‘is pants and drawers and ‘is gold doubloons, ‘is fancy uniform. Enraged ‘e flew out the door, waving ‘is fine sword And the clientele of the Prince of Wales broke into wild applause.. Broke into wild applause, broke into wild applause And the clientele of the Prince of Wales broke into wild applause, Broke into wild applause, broke into wild applause And the clientele of the Prince of Wales broke into wild applause,

Now I've heard there was a secret chord, Oi Halleluiah, bird on a wire That David played and it pleased the Lord, Oi Halleluiah. bird on a wire It goes like this, the fourth the fifth, Oi Halleluiah, bird on a wire The minor fall the major lift, Oi Halleluiah. bird on a wire Bird on a wire , so long, Marianne. Round Cape Horn and back again, Let's Haul away with laughing Len. We're Leonard Cohen shantymen. Let's Haul away with laughing Len. We're Leonard Cohen shantymen. Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, Oi Halleluiah, bird on a wire If you play your cards right, you can spend the night beside her, Oi Hallelujah. bird on a wire And you want to travel with her and you want to travel blind, Oi Halleluyah, bird on a wire You can touch her perfect body with your mind, Oi hallelujah, bird on a wire Bird on a wire , so long, Marianne. Oh, we are a jolly crew, Oi Halleluiah, Bird on a wire We'll be slashing our wrists in a minute or two, Oi Halleluiah, bird on a wire It's a barrel of laughs you'll collapse in a heap, Oi Halleluiah. bird on a wire Headed for the unfathomable deep, Oi Halleluiah, bird on a wire Bird on a wire , so long, Marianne.

(Watching the) Harbour Lights D/Dsus I’ve(D) been a salt (G)sailor For(D) many’s the long(A) year, And through (D)many a (G)morning, My (D)ship I did (A) steer But (D)now I’m re(G)turning Once (D)more to the (Bm)shore(A) No (D)more(G) I’ll go a(A) sailing..(D) No more (G)I’ll go a (A)sailing.. (D)Watching the (A)harbour lights (D)From the quay(A)side Re(G)flect off the (D)water in the warm evening(A) tide (Bm)Calm lie the (A)fishing boats (D)Home from the (E7)sea,(G) As (D)bathed in the (G)moonlight My (D)dreams(A) are following(D) me. D/Dsus x2 Storms I would fear not, All angers subside To the wide elemental The stars as my guide, Yet tossed like a leaf I’ve a mind still to be And feel the salt spray in my dreaming.. And feel the salt spray in my dreaming.. Watching the harbour lights.. Feet on terra firma I thought I might drown, And those dandelion roots I never put down, But I’ll drag these old bones Once more down to the pier And take in the smell of the ocean. And take in the smell of the ocean. Watching the harbour lights.... Repeat verse 1 with extra repeats of last line. On 1st repeat No (D)more (G)I’ll go a (Bm)sailing No (D)more (G)I’ll go a (A)sailing D/Dsus/D