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Haul Away!

by Land

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1.
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain ; For we have received orders to sail for old England But we hope in a short time to see you again. We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England ; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys, We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take ; 'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom So we squared our main yard and up channel did make. We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England ; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. The first land we sighted was calléd the Dodman, Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight ; We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover And then we bore up for the South Foreland light. We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England ; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, And all in the Downs that night for to lie ; Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly ! We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England ; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper, And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass ; We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass. We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England ; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
2.
Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack! Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack. Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack? Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division, Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission ! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing, Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! When the middle watch was on, and the time went slow, boy, Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy? Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now, Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather, Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Long we've tossed on the rolling main, Now we're safe ashore, Jack! Don't forget yer old shipmate, Faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
3.
Pour retrouver ma douce amie Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pour retrouver ma douce amie Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer. Aux mille mers j'ai navigué. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Aux mille mers j'ai navigué. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer. Des mers du nord aux mers du sud. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Des mers du nord aux mers du sud. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer. Je l'ai retrouvée quand j'm'ai noyé. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Je l'ai retrouvée quand j'm'ai noyé. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer. Dans les grands fonds, elle m'espérait. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Dans les grands fonds, elle m'espérait. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer. Tous deux ensemble on a pleuré. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Tous deux ensemble on a pleuré. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer. En couple à elle, j'm'suis couché. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. En couple à elle, j'm'suis couché. Oh mes boués, ouh là ouh là là. Pique la baleine, joli baleinier Pique la baleine, je veux naviguer.
4.
C'est en passant sur l'pont d'Morlaix (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! La belle Hélène j'ai rencontrée Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Bien humblement j'l'ai saluée (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! D'un beau sourire elle m'a r'mercié Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Mais j'ai bien vu qu'c'est charité (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Car c'est une dame de qualité Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! C'est une fille de cap'taine nantais (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! A matelot ne s'ra jamais Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Pour nous sont les garces des quais (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Qui volent, qui mentent, qui font tuer Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Je n'étale plus, j'vais tout larguer (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! J'vais faire mon trou dans la salée Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Mat'lot mon coeur est embrumé (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Buvons quand même à sa beauté Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Encore un coup pour étarquer (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! Hisse le grand foc, tout est payé Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! C'est en passant sur l'pont d'Morlaix (bis) Haul a way ! Old fellow a way ! La belle Hélène j'ai rencontrée Haul a way ! Old fellow a way !
5.
In Amsterdam there lived a Maid Mark well what I do say In Amsterdam there lived a maid And she was mistress of her trade I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! I met this fair maid after dark Mark well what I do say I met this fair maid after dark And took her to her favorite park. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! I took this fair maid for a walk Mark well what I do say I took this fair maid for a walk And we had such a loving talk I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! I put my hand upon her knee Mark well what I do say I put my hand upon her knee She said, "Young man you're rather free!" I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! I put my hand upon her thigh Mark well what I do say I put my hand upon her thigh She said, "Young man you're rather high!" I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! She swore that she'd be true to me Mark well what I do say She swore that she'd be true to me But spent me money fast and free I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid! And when I got back home from sea Mark well what I do say And when I got back home from sea A soldier had her on his knee. I'll go no more a roving with you fair maid! A roving, a roving, Since roving's been my ru-i-in, I'll go no more a-roving with you fair maid!
6.
My Son John 02:47
My son John was tall and slim And he had a leg for every limb. But now he's got no legs at all For he ran a race with a cannonball! Timmy roo dum da Faddle riddle da, whack for the riddle timmy roo dam da! Oh were ya deaf or were ya blind When ya left yer two fine legs behind. Or was it sailing on the sea Wore yer two fine legs right down to your knee Timmy roo dum da Faddle riddle da, whack for the riddle timmy roo dam da! I was not deaf I was not blind When I left my two fine legs behind. Nor was I sailing on the sea Wore me two fine legs right down to me knee! Timmy roo dum da Faddle riddle da, whack for the riddle timmy roo dam da! But I was tall and I was slim And I had a leg for every limb. But now I've got no legs at all They were both shot away by a cannonball! Timmy roo dum da Faddle riddle da, whack for the riddle timmy roo dam da! Timmy roo dum da Faddle riddle da, whack for the riddle timmy roo dam da!
7.
A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, A drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll be alright if the wind is in our sails, We’ll be alright if the wind is in our sails, We’ll be alright if the wind is in our sails, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll be alright if we make it round the horn, We’ll be alright if we make it round the horn, We’ll be alright if we make it round the horn, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! A bowl of Irish stew wouldn’t do us any harm, A bowl of Irish stew wouldn’t do us any harm, A bowl of Irish stew wouldn’t do us any harm, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! Another glass of whiskey wouldn’t do us any harm, Another glass of whiskey wouldn’t do us any harm, Another glass of whiskey wouldn’t do us any harm, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! Another night ashore wouldn’t do us any harm, Another night ashore wouldn’t do us any harm, Well another night ashore wouldn’t do us any harm, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, We’ll roll the old chariot along, And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old… We’ll roll the old… We’ll roll the old… And we’ll all hang on behind! We’ll roll the old… We’ll roll the old… We’ll roll the old… And we’ll all hang on behind!
8.
It’s a rough tough life, full of toil and strife We whalers undergo. And we don’t give a damn when the gale is done How hard the winds do blow. So we’re homeward bound! ‘Tis a damn fine sound with a good ship taut and free, And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum With the girls on old Maui. Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, Rolling down to old Maui. We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui. Once more we sail with a northerly gale Through the ice and sleet and rain. And them coconut fronds in them tropic isles We soon shall see again. Six hellish months have passed away In the cold Kamchatka sea, And now we’re bound from the arctic ground, Rolling down to old Maui. Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, Rolling down to old Maui. We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui. We’ll heave the lead where old Diamondhead Loose up on old Wahoo. Our mast and yards are sheated with ice And our decks are hidden from view. Ah, the horrid tiles of the sea-cut ice Now the deck the Arctic Sea Are miles behind in the frozen wind When we steer for old Maui. Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, Rolling down to old Maui. We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui. How warm the breeze of the tropic seas Now the ice is far astern, And them Hawaiian maids on them island glades Are awaiting our return. And their big black eyes even now look out Hoping someday they will see Our baggy sails running ‘fore the gales Rolling down to old Maui. Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, Rolling down to old Maui. We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui. Once more we sail with a favourable gale Aye, towards our island home. Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, And we ain’t got far to roam. Our studs’l booms are carried away What care we for that sound? A living gale is after us, Thank God we’re homeward bound! Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, Rolling down to old Maui. We’re homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui. And now we are anchored in the bay With Kanakas all around With chats and stuff, aloha way They greet us homeward bound. And now ashore we’ll have good fun We’ll paint them beaches red Lying in the arms of Hawaiian maids With a big fat aching head!
9.
Santy Anno 03:28
Santy Anno gained the day Away Santy Anno Santy Anno gained the day All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Nassau girls ain’t got no combs Away Santy Anno They comb their hair with a kipper backbone All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Them yaller girls I do adore Away Santy Anno With their shinin' eyes and their cold black hair All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Why do them yaller girls love me so ? Away Santy Anno ! Because I won't tell them all I know. All on the plains of Mexico ! Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico When I was a young man in me prime Away Santy Anno I knocked them scouse girls two at a time All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Skipper likes whiskey, the maid likes rum Away Santy Anno The crew likes both, but we can't have none All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Times is hard and the wages low Away Santy Anno It's time for us to roll and go All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Santy Anno gained the day Away Santy Anno Santy Anno gained the day All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico
10.
Now we are ready to head for the Horn, Way, hey, roll an' go! Оur boots an' our clothes boys are all in the pawn, To me, rollickin' randy dandy О! Heave a pawl, oh, heave away, Way, hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board an' the cable's all stored, To me, rollickin' randy dandy О! Man the stout caps'n and heave with a will, Way, hey, roll and go! Soon we'll be drivin' her 'way down the hill. To me, rollickin' randy dandy О! Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks, Way hey, roll and go! where the pretty young girls all come down in flocks To me, rollickin' randy dandy О! We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay Way hey, roll and go! Get crackin' me lads, 'tis a hell of a way. To me, rollickin' randy dandy О!
11.
Quinze marins sur le bahu du mort ; Yop là ho une bouteille de rhum ! A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort ; Yop là ho et une bouteille de rhum ! Quinze marins sur le bahu du mort ; Yop là ho une bouteille de rhum ! A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort ; Yop là ho et une bouteille de rhum ! John long Silver a pris le commandement des marins, et vogue la galère. Il tient ses hommes comme il tient le vent Tout le monde a peur de John Long Silver ! Quinze marins sur le bahu du mort ; Yop là ho une bouteille de rhum ! A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort ; Yop là ho et une bouteille de rhum ! C'est lui le second du corsaire Le capitaine Flint en colère Est revenu du royaume des morts Pour hanter la cache au trésor Quinze marins sur le bahu du mort ; Yop là ho une bouteille de rhum ! A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort ; Yop là ho et une bouteille de rhum ! Essaie un peu de le contrecarrer, Et tu iras où d'autres sont allés ! Quèqu's'uns aux vergues et quèq's'uns par d'sus bord, Tout le monde pour nourrir les poissons d'abord ! Quinze marins sur le bahu du mort ; Yop là ho une bouteille de rhum ! A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort ; Yop là ho et une bouteille de rhum ! Tous finiront par danser la gigue La corde au cou au quai des pendus ! Toi John Forest et toi John Merwig Si près du gibet qu'j'en ai l'cou tordu ! Quinze marins sur le bahu du mort ; Yop là ho une bouteille de rhum ! A boire et l'diable avait réglé leur sort ; Yop là ho et une bouteille de rhum !
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What shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a drunken sailor, What shall we do with a drunken sailor, Early in the morning? Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Early in the morning! Shave his belly with a rusty razor. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. Shave his belly with a rusty razor. Early in the morning. Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Early in the morning! Put/chuck him in the long boat 'til he's sober. Put/chuck him in the long boat 'til he's sober. Put/chuck him in the long boat 'til he's sober. Early in the morning. Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Early in the morning! Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, Early in the morning. Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Early in the morning! Put him in bed with the captain's daughter, Put him in bed with the captain's daughter, Put him in bed with the captain's daughter, Early in the morning. Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Early in the morning! That’s what we’ll do with a drunken sailor, That’s what we’ll do with a drunken sailor, That’s what we’ll do with a drunken sailor, Early in the morning! Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Weigh heigh and up she rises, Early in the morning!

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released January 25, 2022

Album art by Kriss. Mastering by Jan.

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