Syng við The Longest Johns

20 Jul 2024

Syng við The Longest Johns

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Llandogger

Good evening, aren't we lucky to be here right now?
And I can't remember when the sun went down
We'll all be surprised if there's a bar in town
That welcomes us tonight, that welcomes us tonight
But there's money in our pockets and the Llandoger's in sight

Heave and ho (and ho!), a-roving we will go
Down the roads of cobbles to the everlasting flow
Of ale and cider, whiskey, boys, it's flowing like the wine
Wе'll all be well tonight, we'll all bе well tonight
While there's money in our pockets and the Llandoger's in sight

Stand and sing (and sing!), the walls begin to ring
With the sound of centuries gone past and history in the beams
Where Defoe and Stevenson
both put the world to rights, and
We'll all be well tonight, we'll all be well tonight
While there's money in our pockets and the Llandoger's in sight

Your time, it is precious
And there's plenty to be done
But I hear that Jack can be a dull, dull boy
So drink with us tonight, drink with us tonight
'Cause there's money in our pockets and the Llandoger's in sight

Well the spirits have got us in every way I know
I see angels in the rafters taking in the show
The smartest fool, the dumbest sage are singing in the back
And we'll all be well tonight, put your troubles in the past
We'll all be well tonight, ah we've found heaven at last

We'll all be well tonight, we'll all be well tonight
We'll all be well tonight, we'll all be well tonight
We'll all be well tonight, we'll all be well tonight
We'll all be well tonight, we'll all be well tonight

'Cause there's money in our pockets and the Llandoger's in sight

Shawnee Town

Some rows up
But we floats down
Way down the Ohio
To Shawneetown

And it's hard on the beach oar
She moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown
On the Ohio

Whisky's in the jug boys
And wheat's in the sack
We'll trade 'em down to Shawneetown
And we'll bring the rock salt back

And it's hard on the beach oar
She moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown
On the Ohio

Oh them good old boys
They talk so loud and long
They're wide as a barrel
And they're twice as strong

And it's hard on the beach oar
She moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown
On the Ohio

The water's mighty warm boys
The air is cold and dank
And the cursed fog it gets so thick
That you cannot see the bank

And it's hard on thе beach oar
She moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown
On thе Ohio

Now the current's got her
And we'll take up the slack
We'll sail her down to Shawneetown
And we'll bushwhack her back

Some rows up
But we floats down
Way down the Ohio
To Shawneetown

And it's hard on the beach oar
She moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown
On the Ohio

Way down to Shawneetown
On the Ohio

And it's hard on the beach oar
She moves too slow
Way down to Shawneetown
On the Ohio

Hoist up the thing

Fresh out of college, with grades straight from Hell

I browsed for a trade at which I could excel
An ad for a ship in need of some manning
Men, sails, and purpose, but lacking a captain

What luck, says I, to find such good fortune!
A few white lies later, I ran down the pier
Bought me a coat and a cutlass or two
Jumped on the deck, and I yelled at the crew:

Hoist up the thing! Batten down the whatsit!
What's that thing spinning? Somebody should stop it!
Turn hard to port! (That's not port) Now I've got it!
Trust me, I'm in control!

I can’t sing the shanties, it has to be said
And all of that grog just goes right to my head
Whale meat is gross and I miss a girl’s laugh
Five weeks at sea, even Dave seems a catch!

Hoist up the thing! Batten down the whatsit!
What's that thing spinning? Somebody should stop it!
Turn hard to port! (That's not port) Now I've got it!
Trust me, I'm in control!

We’ve hit icy waters, no land to be seen
The food’s getting low and the beer has gone green
There’s murmurs of discontent under the deck
If I don’t act fast, it could be my neck!

So pull up the charts and those weird gold machines
I see what it says but no clue what it means!
Just pull on some levers and yank on some chains
Feign a bad back 'til we’ve landed again

Hoist up the thing! Batten down the whatsit!
What's that thing spinning? Somebody should stop it!
Turn hard to port! (That's not port) Now I've got it!
Trust me, I'm in control!

Hammer and the Anvil

I thought to make a horseshoe, and asked my hammer thus
He said, "I'll ask the anvil what you require of us"
The hammer asked the anvil and she at once agreed
That they should meet together in the way that I decreed

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

I thought to make an anchor, for taking on the main
The hammer and the anvil relented once again
So they sat there together, as I prepared the cast
They bracеd themselves for impact likе a sailor on the mast

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

I thought to make a broadsword, for fighting on the field
Much as I know the hammer is a nobler thing to wield
For though us humble tradesfolk choose a quiet life
The gods of war come to the door of the hammer and his wife

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

They asked me for a statue of the general who died
A sword raised in his iron fist and a war horse sat astride
And though I knew they'd try me for what I did decide
I stuck a hammer in his fist and an anvil by his side

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

Now all you merry blacksmiths, a warning take by me
Stick to your country horseshoes and your anchors for the sea
When the gods of war come calling, promising you gold
They'll take your hammer, take your anvil, take your very soul

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song
And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

Mutiny

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song
And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong
I am the blacksmith singing
The hammer and the anvil song

Mutiny! Mutiny! Turncoats are near
Mutiny! Mutiny! Nobody here
Can stomach a leader with vision so clear
It's mutiny, mutiny! Just as I feared

I'm contracted here, on a rickety vessel, in irons in the galley below
The burden I shouldered so graciously was removed, and so quickly bestowed
On a firebrand and knave with grandiose ideas, so different to those of my own
We'll see if it lasts, methinks I can hear the crew already starting to moan (Moan! Moan! Moan!)

(Oh, here we go again...)

Mutiny! Mutiny! Chaos in spades
Mutiny! Mutiny! Every few days
A curse on the tyrant and all of his ways
But mutiny, mutiny led us astray
Mutiny, mutiny spreads like the plague
Mutiny! Mutiny! Join the melee

White whale/Moby Duck

Lost in the iron sea of endless rolling roofs
We're going for glory, kids -- your dad has something to prove
You see its not enough to just have hope when lost
You must have the highest of hopes and hold out at all cost
That's why as I tack across this parking garage
I nor spotted the entry and aim for the drivers mirage
The unspeakable beauty of free land at the front of the store
And yet this takes vision and steadfast courage to aim for more

All the early spots are clearly reserved for thе meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machinе we seek

We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
The park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!

My child jolts me to attention, Land Ho! does he scream!
I pinch myself, and sure enough, the space of my dreams
The sharks begin to circle, I indicate my intention
Just know this parking space is mine, I show no apprehension
Yet as I approach, one thing is painfully clear
Other cars with blinking lights starting to appear
Back off green van, I see your plan!
Don't think about it, blue sedan!
This spot is mine, we'll hold our ground
There's no better land to be found!

All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek

We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
The park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!

As we bring her 'round, I find to my dismay
A little hatchback hiding there is taking up half the bay
With hope dashed against the rocks and petrol light now on
Perhaps my nerve is waning, a retreat before too long
No! Hold fast, and cast away all dread!
There'll be spaces that we seek in the times ahead
Sure, some may say, any park in a store
But only the bravest captain finds his true reward

All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek

We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
The park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!

We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
The park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!

Proud Mary

Left a good job in the city
Workin' for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin'
Worryin' about the way things might've been

Big wheel keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'
And we're rollin', rollin'
Rollin' on the river

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans
But I never saw the good side of the city
'Til I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen

Big wheel keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river (Hey!)

If you come down to the rivеr
Bet you're gonna find some pеople who live
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money
People on the river are happy to give

Big wheel keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river

Left a good job in the city
Workin' for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin'
Worryin' about the way things might've been

Big wheel keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river
And we're rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Rollin' on the river (Hey!)

Big wheel keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'

Oak and Ash

Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn
Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs

All on a midsummer's morn'
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Yew that is old in churchyard mold, he breedeth a mighty bow
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
But when you have killed, and your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn'
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Well Elm she hates mankind and waits, 'til every gust be laid
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade

But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the Horn
He'll take no wrong when he lieth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn'
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, for he would call it a sin
But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in
We bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
Sure as the sun come up from the south by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn'
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Skadis Hammer

Lord of the harvest, master of scythe
Open the fields and collect your prize
Woe to you, John Barleycorn
Rest in peace upon the miller's stone

Oh the harvest's got sharp teeth and it's dragging me under
Put down the sword, turn the millstone 'round
Oh Demeter's embrace holds the sun to the land
Until Skadi brings her hammer down
Until Skadi brings her hammer down
Until Skadi brings her hammer down

Reaper man, reaper man is coming to tear
Through your fiеlds, to strike the corn down
Reapеr man, reaper man, lay them all to rest
And let the land sleep at winter's behest

Oh the harvest's got sharp teeth and it's dragging me under
Put down the sword, turn the millstone 'round
Oh Demeter's embrace holds the sun to the land
Until Skadi brings her hammer down

Bones in the Ocean

Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land
And I paddle away from Brave England's white sands
To search for my long ago forgotten friends
To search for the place I hear all sailors end

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind
I’ll search without sleeping till peace I can find

I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones in the ocean forever will be

Plot a course to the night, to a place I once knew
To a place where my hope died along with my crew
So I swallow my grief and face life's final test
To find promise of peace and the solace of rest

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my ears
Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers
My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea
When their bones in the ocean forever will be
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?

When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand
I shed a small tear for my home upon land
Though their eyes speak of deaths filled with struggle and strife
Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life

As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes
And my boat listed over and tried to capsize
I’m this far from drowning, this far from the sea
I remember the living, do they think of me?
When my bones in the ocean forever will be

Now that I'm staring down at the darkest abyss
I'm not sure what I want, but I don't think it's this
As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on
I make sail for the dawn till the darkness has gone

As the souls of the dead live fore'er in my mind
As I live all the years that they left me behind
I'll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea
I remember the fallen and they think of me
For our souls in the ocean together will be

I remember the fallen and they think of me
For our souls in the ocean together will be

John the red nose

"Oh, where are you going?" said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, we may not tell you," said Festle to Foes
"We're off to the woods," said John the Red Nose
"We're off to the woods," said John the Red Nose

"Oh, what will you do there?" said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, we may not tell you," said Festle to Foes
"We'll hunt the Cutty Wren," said John the Red Nose
"We'll hunt the Cutty Wren," said John the Red Nose

"Oh, how will you shoot her?" said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, we may not tell you," said Festle to Foes
"With bows and with arrows," said John the Red Nose
"With bows and with arrows," said John the Red Nose

"Well that will not do then," said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, what will do then?" said Festle to Foes
"Big guns and big cannons," said John the Red Nose
"Big guns and big cannons," said John the Red Nose

"How will you bring her home?" said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, we may not tell you," said Festle to Foes
"On four strong men's shoulders," said John the Red Nose
"On four strong men's shoulders," said John the Red Nose

"Oh, that will not do then," said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, what will do then?" said Festle to Foes
"Big carts and big wagons," said John the Red Nose
"Big carts and big wagons," said John the Red Nose

"Oh, how will you cut her?" said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, we may not tell you," said Festle to Foes (Festle to Foes)
"With knives and with forks," said John the Red Nose
"With hatchets and cleavers
Big hatchets and cleavers
Big hatchets and cleavers" said John the Red Nose

"Well, who'll get the spare ribs?" said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, we may not tell you," said Festle to Foes
"We'll give them all to the poor," said John the Red Nose
"We'll give them all to the poor," said John the Red Nose

The Mary Ellen Carter

Oh, she went down last October in a pouring, driving rain
The skipper, he'd been drinking and the mate, he felt no pain
Out close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow
Then the Mary Ellen Carter settled low
There were just us four aboard her when she finally was awash
We worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost
But the groan she made as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter'd rise again

Rise again, rise again!
May her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
All those who loved her best and who were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!

Well, the company wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend
She gave twenty years of service, boys, and met her sorry end
But insurance paid the loss to us, said, "Let her rest below"
Then they laughed at us; said we had to go
But we talked of her all winter, sometimes days around the clock
She's worth a quarter-million, afloating at the dock
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

Rise again, rise again!
May her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
All those who loved her best and who were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!

All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend
Three dives a day in a hard hat suit and twice I've had the bends
Thank God it's only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I'd never have the strength to go below
So we've patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down
Put cables to her fore and aft and girded her around
Tomorrow noon, we'll hit the air and then take up the strain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again

Rise again, rise again!
May her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
All those who loved her best and who were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!

Well we couldn't leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale
She'd saved our lives so many times, fighting through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who led her to a sorry grave
Well they won't be laughing in another day
And to you, for whom adversity has dealt its mortal blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again

Rise again, rise again!
Though your heart, it be broke, and your life about to end
No matter what you lost, be it a home, a love, a friend
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again!
Rise again, rise again!
Though your heart, it be broke, and your life about to end
No matter what you lost, be it a home, a love, a friend
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again!

Wellerman

There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (Hah!)