Boston Harbour lyrics

From Boston Harbour we set sail,
When it was blowing a devil of a gale,
With the ringtail set all abaft the mizzen peak
And the Rule Britannia ploughing up the deep

With a big bow-wow! Tow-row-row! Fol de rol de ri do day!

Then up comes the skipper from down below,
It’s “Look aloft lads, look a-low”.
And it’s “Look a-low and its look aloft,”
And “Coil up your ropes lads, fore and aft!”

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Then down to his cabin he quickly crawls,
And unto his steward he loudly bawls,
“Go, mix me a glass that will make me cough,
For it's better weather here than it is on top”

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Now we poor sailors standing on-the-deck,
With the blasted rain all a-pourin’ down our necks.
Not a drop of grog would he to us afford,
But he damned our eyes at ev’ry other word!

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Now there’s one thing that we have to crave,
That the captain meets with a watery grave,
So we'll throw him down into some dark hole,
Where the sharks'll have his body and the devil have his soul

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