The Young Tradition - Shanties: Fire Maringo-Hanging Johnny-Bring 'em Down-Haul On The Bowline | Текст песни

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Fire Maringo

Lift him up and carry him along
Fire Maringo, fire away!
Put him down where he belong
Fire Maringo, fire away!

Ease him down and let him lay,
Screw him in and there he'll stay.

Stow him in his hole below,
Say he must and then he'll go.

When I get back to Liverpool Town,
I'll pass a line to little Sally Brown.

I'll haul her high and I'll haul her low,
I'll bust her blocks and I'll make her go.

Oh, Sally, she's a pretty little craft,
Hot shot to the fore and a rounded aft.

Screw the cotton, screw him down.
Let's get the hell from the Hilo Town.

Hanging Johnny

They call me Hanging Johnny
Away, boys, away!
But I never hanged nobody
So hang, boys, hang!

They says I hanged my graddy
And then I hanged my family

They says I hanged my mother
It is they and my brother

I hanged a rotten liar
But I hanged a bloody friar

They tells I hang for money
But hanging's so bloody funny

We all will hang together
It's all for better weather

Bring 'Em Down

In Liverpool I was born,
Bring 'em down
London is me home from home.
Bring 'em down

And Rotherhite girls, they look so fine,
They're never a day behind their time.

It's around Cape Horn we go,
All through the ice and snow.

At the coast of Vallipo,
Northward to Callao.

Them Callao girls I do adore,
They take it all and ask for more.

Vallipo girls they put out a show,
They waggles their arse with a roll and go!

It's back to Liverpool,
I spend my pay like a bloody fool.

Them Liverpool girls I do admire,
They set your rig all a-fire.

I'm Liverpool born and bred,
Strong in the arm and thick in the head!

Up come and roll me over, boys,
And get this damn job over, boys!

Haul on the Bowline

Haul on the bowlin', Kitty is me darlin',
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', Kitty comes from Liverpool,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' so early in the mornin',
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' and the old man he's a-growlin',
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' before she starts a-rowlin',
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' but we don't know where we're going,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' and we don't know where we're sailing from,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' and the sooner we're get going,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', well the third we comes homes again,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', it's a weary way to Liverpool,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', it's a far cry to payday,
Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

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