Rogues Gallery Album 4

 MAGGIE MAY 

Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale I'm sure you will have cause to pity me,

I was a damned young fool in the port of Liverpool when I called there on my first port home from sea.

Maggie, Maggie May they have taken her away

To slave upon Van Dieman's cruel shore.

You robbed so many whalers and dosed so many sailors

But you'll never cruise 'round Peter Street no more.

I was staying at the home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone and two-pound-ten a month was all my pay,

As I jingled with my tin, I was easy taken in by a little girl up there called Maggie May.

I'll never forget the day when I first met Maggie May she was standing on a corner at Canning Place,

In a full-sized crin-o-line, like a frigate of the line and as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase.

She gave me a saucy nod, and I, like a farmer's clod let her take me line abreast in tow,

And under all plain sail, we ran before the gale and to the Crow's Nest Tavern we did go.

Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke no shoes or shirt or trousers could I find,

When I asked her where they were, she answers "My dear sir they're down in Lewis' pawnshop number nine."

So to Lewis' I did go, but no clothing could I find and the policeman took that wicked girl away,

And the judge he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward-bounder and now she's doing time in Botany Bay.

She was chained and sent away from Liverpool one day the lads all cheered as she sailed down the bay,

And every sailor lad, he only was too glad they'd sent that old whore out to Botany Bay

British Man O' War

It was down in yonder meadow, I carelessly did stray,

There I beheld a lady fair, all with a sailor gay,

He said, my lovely fair maid,I soon must leave this shore,

To cross the briny ocean in a British Man-of-War.

Fair Susan fell to weeping young sailor" she did say,

Do not be so venturesome, as to throw your life away,

For when that I am twenty-one I shall receive my store,

So I pray you do not venture on a British Man-of-War.

Susan lovely Susan, the truth to you I'll tell,

The British Flag insulted is, all England knows it well,

I may be crowned with laurels,all like some jolly tar,

So I'll face the walls of China in a British Man-of-War.

Do not be so venturesome as to face the cruel Chinese,

For they will prove as treacherous as any Portuguese,

And by some deadly dagger you may receive a scar,

So William do not venture on a British Man-of-War.

Susan lovely Susan, the time will quickly pass.

Will you come to the Ferry-House to take a parting glass?

For my ship-mates they are ready to row me from the shore,

And I'll fight for England's' glory in a British Man-of-War.

Then he took out his handkerchief and he tore it clean in two,

Saying, take this dearest Susan and I'll do the same by you.

When the bullets they surround me and the cannons they do roar,

I'll fight for fame and Susan on a British Man-of-War.

The Dreadnought

There's a flash packet, a flash packet of fame,

She belongs to New York and the Dreadnought's her name;

She's bound to the westward where the strong winds blow,

Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we go.

The time for her sailing is now drawing nigh,

Farewell, pretty May, I must bid you goodbye,

Farewell to old England and all we hold dear,

Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll steer.

O, the Dreadnought is pulling out of Waterloo Dock,

Where the boys and the girls to the pierheads do flock;

They will give us three cheers while their tears do flow,

Saying, "God bless the Dreadnought, where'er she may go!"

O, the Dreadnought is waiting in the Mersey so free,

Waiting for the Independence to tow her to sea;

For around that Rock Light where the Mersey does flow,

Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the westward we'll go.

O, the Dreadnought's bowling down the wild Irish Sea,

Where the passengers are merry, their hearts full of glee,

While her sailors like lions walk the decks to and fro,

She's the Liverpool packet, O Lord, let her go!

O, the Dreadnought's sailing the Atlantic so wide,

While the dark, heavy seas roll along her black sides,

With her sails neatly spread and the red cross to show,

She's the Liverpool packet, O Lord, let her go!

O, the Dreadnought's becalmed on the banks of Newfoundland,

Where the water's so green and the bottom is sand;

Where the fish of the ocean swim round to and fro,

She's the Liverpool packet, O Lord, let her go!

O, the Dreadnought's arrived in America once more,

Let's go ashore, shipmates, on the land we adore,

With wives and sweethearts so happy we'll be,

Drink a health to the Dreadnought, wherever she be.

Here's a health to the Dreadnought, to all her brave crew,

Here's a health to her captain, and her officers, too,

Talk about your flash packets, Swallowtail and Black Ball,

Then, here's to the Dreadnought, the packet to beat them all.

Farewell To Grogg

Come, messmates, pass the bottle 'round our time is short, remember,

For our grogg must stop, our spirits drop on the first day of September.

For tonight we'll merry, merry be,for tonight we'll merry, merry be tomorrow we'll be sober.

Farewell old rye, 'tis a sad, sad word but alas it must be spoken,

The ruby cup must be given up and the demijohn be broken.

Jack's happy days will soon be gone to return again never!

For they've raised his pay five cents a day but stopped his grogg forever.

Yet memory oft' will backward turn and dwell with fondness partial,

On the days when gin was not a sin nor cocktails brought court martial.

All hands to split the main brace, call but split it now in sorrow,

For the spirit-room key will be laid away forever, on tomorrow.

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.

Way-hay, up she rises way-hay, up she rises,

Way-hay, up she rises early in the morning.

Put him in the long boat until he's sober

Put him in the long boat until he's sober

Early in the morning.

Pull out the bung and wet him all over

Pull out the bung and wet him all over

Early in the morning.

Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him

Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him 

Early in the morning.

Heave him by the leg in a running bowling

Heave him by the leg in a running' bowling

Early in the morning.

Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under

Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under

Early in the morning.

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it,

Early in the morning.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,

Early in the morning.

Soak him in oil till he sprouts some flippers,

Soak him in oil till he sprouts some flippers,

Early in the morning.

Put him in bed with the Captain's daughter,

Put him in bed with the Captain's daughter

Early in the morning

Why Should We Quarrel For Riches

How pleasant a sailor's life passes who roams o'er the watery main!

No treasure he ever amasses but cheerfully spends all his gain.

We're strangers to party and faction to honour and honesty true;

And would not commit a bad action for power or profit in view.

Then why should we quarrel for riches or any such glittering toys;

A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches will go through the world, my brave boys!

The world is a beautiful garden enriched with the blessings of life,

The toiler with plenty rewarding which plenty too often breeds strife.

When terrible tempests assail us and mountainous billows affright,

No grandeur or wealth can avail us but skilful industry steers right.

Then why should we quarrel for riches or any such glittering toys;

A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches will go through the world, my brave boys!

The courtier's more subject to dangers who rules at the helm of the state,

Than we that, to politics strangers escape the snares laid for the great.

The various blessings of nature in various nations we try;

No mortals than us can be greater who merrily live till we die.

Then why should we quarrel for riches or any such glittering toys;

A light heart, and a thin pair of breeches will go through the world, my brave boys!

A Drop Of Nelson's Blood

A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,

A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,

A drop of Nelsons blood, wouldn't do us any harm,

An we'll all hang on behind

So we'll roll the old chariot along,

So we'll roll the old chariot along,

So we'll roll the old chariot along,

An we'll all hang on behind!

A plate of Irish stew, wouldn't do us any harm

A nice fat cook, wouldn't do us any harm

A roll in the clover, wouldn't do us any harm

A long spell in the gaol a nice watch below a night with the gals

We'd be alright if we make it 'round the horn

We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails

Well, a night on the town wouldn't do us any harm

If the Devil's in the way, We'll roll right over him!

We'll be all right when the skipper's in his grave

A sticker on the face wouldn’t do us any harm

Ten Thousand Miles Away

Sing Ho! for a brave and a valiant bark, and a brisk and lively breeze,

A jovial crew and a Captain too, to carry me over the seas,

To carry me over the seas, my boys, to my true love so gay,

She has taken a trip on a gallant ship ten thousand miles away.

So blow the winds, Heigh-ho; roving I will go,

I'll stay no more on England's shore, So let the music play!

I'll start by the morning train, to cross the raging main,

For I'm on the move to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

My true love, she is beautiful, my true love she is young;

Her eyes are as blue as the violet's hue, and silvery sounds her tongue

And silvery sounds her tongue, my boys, but while I sing this lay,

She is doing the grand in a distant land, ten thousand miles away

That was a dark and dismal day when last she left the strand

She bade good-bye with a tearful eye, and waved her lily hand -

And waved her lily hand, my boys, as the big ship left the bay

"Adieu" says she, "remember me, ten thousand miles away."

If I could be but a bo' s'n bold, or only a bombadier,

I'd hire a boat and hurry afloat, and straight to my true love steer

And straight to my true love steer, my boys, where the dancing dolphins play,

And the whales and the sharks are having their larks, ten thousand miles away.

The sun may shine through a London fog. and the Thames run bright and clear,

The oceans' brine be turned to wine, and I may forget my beer -

And I may forget my beer, my boys, and the landlord's quarter-day;

But I'll never part from my own sweetheart, ten thousand miles away!

The Cliffs Of Old Tynemouth

The Cliffs of Old Tynemouth they're wild and they're sweet,

And dear are the waters that roll at their feet;

And the old ruined Abbey, it ne'er shall depart;

It is the star of my fancy, the home of my heart.

It was there that my childhood fled cheerful and gay,

There I loitered the morning of boyhood away,

And now as I wander the old beach alone,

The waves seem to whisper the names that are gone.

It was there with my Alice I walked hand-in-hand,

While the wild waves in moonlight leapt o'er the bright sand;

And sweet were the echoes of the dark Cliffs above,

But sweeter her voice as she murmured her love.

On thy waters, Old Tynemouth, throng seamen as brave

As e'er cheered in the battle, or conquered the wave;

And for sweet pretty maidens, seek England around,

Near the Cliffs of Old Tynemouth the fairest are found.

Other lands may be fairer, but nought can be seen,

Like the shore where our first love and boyhood have been;

Give me the Cliffs and the wild roaring sea

The Cliffs of old Tynemouth for ever for me.

Warlike Seamen

Come all you warlike seamen that to the seas belong,

I'll tell you of a fight my boys on board the Nottingham,

It's of a Irish captain his name was Somerville,

With courage bold did he control he played his part full well.

It was on the Eighth of June my boys when at Spithead we lay,

On board there came an order our anchor for to weigh,

Bound for the coast of Ireland our orders did run so,

There to cruise and not refuse against our daring foe.

We had not sailed many lengths at sea before a ship we spied,

She being some lofty Frenchman come a-bearing down so wide,

She hailed us in French my boys and asked from where we came,

Our answer was from Liverpool and London is our name.

Pray are you some man of war pray what may you be,

Then replied our captain oh that you soon shall see,

Come strike your English colours or else you shall bring to,

Since you're so stout you shall give out or else we will sink you.

The first broadside we gave to them it made them for to wonder,

Their rigging and their mainmast came rattling down like thunder,

We drove them to their quarter they could no longer stay,

Our guns did roar we made so sure we showed them British play.

So now we've took that ship my boys God speed us fair wind,

That we might sail to Plymouth town if the heavens prove so kind,

We'll drink a health unto our captain and all such warlike souls,

To him we'll drink and never flinch out of our flowing bowl.

All Around My Hat

My love she was fair and my love she was kind too

And many were the happy hours, between my love and me

I never could refuse her, whatever she'd a mind to

And now she's far away, far o'er the stormy sea.

All 'round my hat I will wear a green willow

All 'round my hat for a twelve month and a day

If anybody asks me the reason why I wear it

It's all because my true love is far, far away.

Will my love be true and will my love be faithful?

Or will she find another swain to court her where she's gone?

The men will all run after her, so pretty and so graceful

And leave me here lamenting, lamenting all alone.

My love she was fair, and my love she was kind

And cruel the judge and jury that sentenced her away

For thieving was a thing that she never was inclined to

They sent my love across the sea ten thousand miles away. 

Farewell He

Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost

Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost

I'll sing and I'll be merry when occasion I do see

He's a false deluding young man, let him go, farewell he.

The other night he brought me a fine diamond ring

But he thought to have deprived me of a far better thing

But I being careful like lovers ought to be

He's a false deluding young man, let him go, farewell he

Here's a half a pound of reason, and a quarter pound of sense

A small sprig of thyme and as much of prudence

You mix them all together and you will plainly see

He's a false deluding young man, let him go, farewell he. 

Rogues Gallery Album 3

 THE BEER-DRINKING BRITONS

Ye true, honest Britons, who love your own land, Who's sires were so brave, so victorious, so free,

Who always beat France when they took her in hand, Come join, honest Britons, in chorus with me.

Join in chorus, join in chorus with me come join, honest Britons, in chorus with me,

Let us sing our own treasures, old England's good cheer.

The profits and pleasures of stout British beer.

Your wine-tippling, dram-sipping fellows retreat,

But your beer-drinking Britons can never be beat.

The French, with their vineyards, are meagre and pale, The drink of the squeezing of half-ripened fruit;

But we, who have hop-grounds to mellow our ale. Are rosy and plump and have freedom to boot. 

Should the French dare invade us, thus armed with our poles, We'll bang their bare ribs, make their lanthorn jaws ring, 

For your beef-eating Britons are valiant souls who will shed their last drop for their country and king.

Tom Bowling

Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling the darling of our crew;

No more he'll hear the tempest howling for death has broached him to.

 His form was of the manliest beauty, his heart was kind and soft;

Faithful below, Tom did his duty and now he's gone aloft and now he's gone aloft

Tom never from his word departed his virtues were so rare:

His friends were many and true hearted his Poll was kind and fair;

And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly many is the time and oft;

But mirth is turned to melancholy for Tom is gone aloft for Tom is gone aloft

Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather when He who all commands

Shall give, to call life's crew together the word to pipe all hands:

Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches in vain Tom's life have doffed

For though his body's under hatches his soul is gone aloft his soul is gone aloft

Yellow Rose Of Texas

There's a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see

Nobody else could miss her, not half as much as me

She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart

And if I ever find her we never more will part

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew

Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew

You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosa Lee

But the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

Where the Rio Grand is flowing and starry skies are bright

She walks along the river in the quiet summer night

I know that she remembers when we parted long ago

I promised to return and not to leave her so

Now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe

We'll do the things together we did so long ago

We'll play the banjo gaily, she'll love me like before

And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forever more

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew

Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew

You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosa Lee

But the Yellow Rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.

There is music in the midst of desolation and a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted they fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again they sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time they sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight 

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known as the stars are known to the night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness to the end, to the end, they remain.

The Mask Of Anarchy

Stand ye calm and resolute like a forest close and mute,

With folded arms and looks which are weapons of unvanquished war.

And if then the tyrants dare let them ride among you there;

Slash, and stab, and maim and hew what they like, that let them do.

With folded arms and steady eyes and little fear, and less surprise,

Look upon them as they slay until their rage has died away:

Then they will return with shame to the place from which they came,

And the blood thus shed will speak in hot blushes on their cheek:

Rise, like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number shake your chains to earth like dew

Which in sleep had fallen on you ye are many they are few

Men of England, heirs of Glory heroes of unwritten story,

Nurslings of one mighty Mother hopes of her, and one another!

What is Freedom ye can tell that which slavery is too well,

For its very name has grown to an echo of your own

Let a vast assembly be and with great solemnity

Declare with measured words, that ye are as God has made ye free.

The old laws of England they whose reverend heads with age are grey,

Children of a wiser day and whose solemn voice must be thine own echo liberty

Rise, like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number shake your chains to earth like dew

Which in sleep had fallen on you ye are many they are few

Stand ye calm and resolute like a forest close and mute,

With folded arms and looks which are weapons of unvanquished war.

And if then the tyrants dare let them ride among you there;

Slash, and stab, and maim and hew what they like, that let them do.

With folded arms and steady eyes and little fear, and less surprise,

Look upon them as they slay until their rage has died away:

Then they will return with shame to the place from which they came,

And the blood thus shed will speak in hot blushes on their cheek:

Rise, like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number shake your chains to earth like dew

Which in sleep had fallen on you ye are many they are few

Down In New Orleans

Well come on everybody take a trip with me

Well down the Mississippi down to New Orleans

They got the honeysuckle blooming on the honeysuckle vine

And love is blooming there all the time

You know every Southern Belle is a Mississippi Queen

Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans

Well come on take a stroll down to Basin Street

Listen to the music with the Dixieland beat

Where the magnolia blossoms fill the air

And if you ain't been to heaven then you ain't been there

They got the French moss hanging from a big oak tree

Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans

Well come on everybody take a trip with me

Well down the Mississippi down to New Orleans

They got the honeysuckle blooming on the honeysuckle vine

And love is blooming there all the time

You know every Southern Belle is a Mississippi Queen

Down the Mississippi down in New Orleans

A Man Is A Man For All That

Is there for honest poverty that hangs his head and all that? 

The coward slave, we pass him by he dare be poor for all that! 

For all that and all that our toils obscure and all that. 

The rank is but the guinea's stamp The Man's the gold for all that. 

What though on homely fare we dine wear hoyden grey, and all that. 

Give fools their silks and knaves their wine a Man's a Man for all that, 

For all that and all that their tinsel show and all that. 

The honest man, though e'er so poor is king of men for all that. 

You see yon birkie, called a lord who struts, and stares and all that. 

Though hundreds worship at his word he's but a coif for all that. 

For all that and all that his riband, star, and all that. 

The man of independent mind he looks and laughs at all that. 

A prince can make a belted knight a marquis, duke, and all that, 

But an honest man's above his might good faith, he mustn't fault that! 

For all that and all that their dignities and all that. 

The pith of sense and pride of worth are higher rank than all that. 

Then let us pray that, come it may as come it will for all that

That Sense and Worth o'er all the earth shall bear the greet and all that. 

For all that and all that it's coming yet for all that, 

That Man to Man the world o'er shall brothers be for all that.

The Saucy Arethusa

Come all ye jolly sailors bold whose hearts are cast in honour's mould

While English glory I unfold hurrah for the Arethusa

She is a frigate tight and brave as ever stemmed the dashing wave

Her men are staunch to their favourite launch and when the foe shall meet our fire

Sooner than strike we'll all expire on board of the Arethusa

It was with the spring fleet she went out The English Channel to cruise about

When four French sail in show so stout bore down on the Arethusa

The famed Belle Poole straight a head did lie the Arethusa seemed to fly not a sheet or a tack or a brace did she slack 

Though the Frenchmen laughed and thought it stuff

But they knew not the handful of men how tough on board of the Arethusa.

On deck five hundred men did dance the stoutest they could find in France

We with two hundred did advance on board of the Arethusa.

Our captain hailed the Frenchman Ho the Frenchmen then cried out Hallo

Bear down did you see to our Admiral's lee no says the Frenchman that can't be

Then I must lug you along with me says the saucy Arethusa.

The fight was off the Frenchman's land we forced them back upon their strand

For we fought till not a stick would stand of the gallant Arethusa

And now we've driven the foe ashore never to fight with Britons more

Let each fill a glass to his favourite lass a health to the captain and officers true

And all that belong to the jovial crew on board of the Arethusa

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the fine old stuff that is made near Galway Bay,

And policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too,

We will give them the slip and we will take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew

At the foot of the hill there is a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky,

By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell that there is a potent brewing nearby.

For it fills the air with an aura rare and betwixt both me and you,

As home you troll, you can take a bowl or a bucket of the Mountain Dew

Now learned men who use the pen have wrote your praises high

Of the rare potent from Ireland green distilled from wheat and rye.

Throw away your pills it will cure all ills of Pagan, Christian or Jew,

So take off your coat and grease your throat with the rare old Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way,

But give me enough of the fine old stuff that is made near Galway Bay,

And policemen all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrim too,

We will give them the slip and we will take a sip of the rare old Mountain Dew

English Roast Beef

When mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's food,

It ennobled our brains and enriched our blood.

Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

But since we have learnt from all vapouring France

To eat their ragouts as well as to dance,

We are fed up with nothing but vain complaisance

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

Our fathers of old were robust, stout, and strong,

And kept open house, with good cheer all day long,

Which made their plump tenants rejoice in this song--

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

But now we are dwindled to, what shall I name?

A sneaking poor race, half-begotten and tame,

Who sully the honours that once shone in fame.

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne,

Ere coffee, or tea, or such slip-slops were known,

The world was in terror if ever she did frown.

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

In those days, if Fleets did presume on the Main,

They seldom, or never, returned back again,

As witness, the Vaunting Armada of Spain.

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

Then we had stomachs to eat and to fight

And when wrongs were cooking to do ourselves right.

But now we are always right time after time I could but goodnight!

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

A Copy of Verses

Come all you brave Boys, whose Courage is bold will you venture with me, I'll glut you with Gold?

Make haste unto Corona, a Ship you will find that's called the Fancy, will pleasure your mind.

Captain Every is in her, and calls her his own he will box her about, Boys, before he has done:

French, Spaniard and Portuguese, the Heathen likewise he has made a War with them until that he dies.

Her Model's like Wax, and she sails like the Wind she is rigged and fitted and curiously trimmed,

And all things convenient has for his design;

God bless his poor Fancy, she's bound for the Mine farewell, fair Plymouth, and Cat-down be damned,

I once was Part-owner of most of that Land but as I am disowned, so I'll abdicate

My Person from England to attend on my Fate then away from this Climate and temperate Zone,

To one that's more torrid, you'll hear I am gone with an hundred and fifty brave Sparks of this Age,

Who are fully resolved their Foes to engage these Northern Parts are not thrifty for me,

I'll rise the Anterhise, that some Men shall see I am not afraid to let the World know,

That to the South-Seas and to Persia I'll go our Names shall be blazed and spread in the Sky,

And many brave Places I hope to descry where never a French man e'er yet has been,

Nor any proud Dutch man can say he has seen my Commission is large, and I made it my self,

And the Capston shall stretch it full larger by half it was dated in Corona, believe it, my Friend,

From the Year Ninety three, unto the World's end I Honour St. George, and his Colours I were,

Good Quarters I give, but no Nation I spare the World must assist me with what I do want,

I'll give them my Bill, when my Money is scant now this I do say and solemnly swear,

He that strikes to St. George the better shall fare but he that refuses, shall suddenly spy

Strange Colours abroad of my Fancy to fly four Chiviligies of Gold in a bloody Field,

Environed with green, now this is my Shield yet call out for Quarter, before you do see

A bloody Flag out, which our Decree no Quarters to give, no Quarters to take,

We save nothing living, alas 'its too late for we are now sworn by the Bread and the Wine,

More serious we are than any Divine now this is the Course I intend for to steer;

My false-hearted Nation, to you I declare I have done thee no wrong, thou must me forgive,

The Sword shall maintain me as long as I live.

THE SONG OF THE DAY

No more shall Fame expand her wings to sound of heroes, states and kings; 

A nobler flight the Goddess takes to praise our British Beef in steaks,- 

 A joyful theme for Britons free Happy in Beef and Liberty.

Charming Beef, of thee possess, completely carved in steaks, and dressed, 

We taste the dear variety produced in earth, in air, in sea,- 

Their flavour's all combined in thee fit for the sons of liberty.

Happy in Beef and Liberty.

Throughout the realms where despots reign what tracks of glory now remain! 

Their people, slaves of power and pride Fat Beef and Freedom are denied! 

What realm, what state, can happy be wanting our Beef and Liberty?

Happy in Beef and Liberty.

O'er sea-coal fire and steel machine we broil the beauteous fat and lean; 

Our drink Oporto's grapes afford whilst India's nectar crowns the board,- 

A right repast for such as we friends to good cheer and Liberty!

Happy in Beef and Liberty.

Let none beyond this threshold bear away what friend to friend in confidence may say

Happy in Beef and Liberty.

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death rode the six hundred.

Forward, the Light Brigade charge for the guns!" he said:

Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.

Forward, the Light Brigade was there a man dismayed?

Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered theirs not to make reply 

Theirs not to reason why theirs but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death into the mouth of Hell rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare flashed as they turned in air,

Sabring the gunners there charging an army, while all the world wondered:

Plunged in the battery-smoke right through' the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them volleyed and thundered stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell, they that had fought so well

Came through' the jaws of Death back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade O the wild charge they made all the world wondered.

Honour the charge they made honour the Light Brigade noble six hundred.

Rogues Gallery Album 2

Weller Man 

There once was a ship that put to sea the name of the ship was the Billy of Tea

The winds blew up, her bow dipped down O blow, my bully boys, blow

Soon may the Weller Man come to bring us sugar and tea and rum

One day, when the tonguing is done we’ll take our leave and go

She had not been two weeks from shore when down on her a right whale bore

The captain called all hands and swore He’d take that whale in tow

Soon may the Weller Man come to bring us sugar and tea and rum

One day, when the tonguing is done we’ll take our leave and go

Before the boat had hit the water the whale’s tail came up and caught her

All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her when she dived down below

Soon may the Weller Man come to bring us sugar and tea and rum

One day, when the tonguing is done we’ll take our leave and go

No line was cut, no whale was freed The Captain’s mind was not of greed

But he belonged to the whale man's creed She took the ship in tow

Soon may the Weller Man come to bring us sugar and tea and rum

One day, when the tonguing is done we’ll take our leave and go

For forty days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more

All boats were lost, there were only four but still that whale did go

Soon may the Weller Man come to bring us sugar and tea and rum

One day, when the tonguing is done we’ll take our leave and go

As far as I’ve heard, the fight is still on the line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone

The Weller Man makes his regular call to encourage the Captain, crew, and all

Soon may the Weller Man come to bring us sugar and tea and rum

One day, when the tonguing is done we’ll take our leave and go

She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me my mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind

And she laid her hand on me and this she did say

It will not be long, love till our wedding day

And she went away from me and moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her move here and move there

And then she went onward just one star awake

Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake

The people were saying no two were e'er wed,

But one has a sorrow that never was said,

And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear,

And that was the last that I saw of my dear. 

Last night she came to me my dead love came in

So softly she came that her feet made no din

And she laid her hand on me and this she did say

It will not be long, love till our wedding day

A Sailor's Life

A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight

Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return

"Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show

He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all"

"Oh, father build for me a bonny boat that on the wide ocean I may float

And every Queen's ship that we pass by there I'll inquire for my sailor boy"

They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet

"You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew?""

Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here for he's been drowned, we greatly fear

On yon green island, as we passed it by there we lost sight of your sailing boy"

Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair

And her little boat against a rock did run "How can I live now? My sweet William is gone"

Matty Groves

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year

Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about

And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd

"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight

Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"

"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight

By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife"

"What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home

For he is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said

He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set

And in his hurry to carry the news he bent his breast and ran

And when he came to the broad mill stream he took of his shoes and he swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep

When he awoke, Lord Darnell was standing at his feet

Saying "How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?

How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"

"Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets

But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"

"Well, Get up, get up", Lord Darnell cried "Get up as quick as you can

It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"

"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life

For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife"

"Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse

But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse"

"And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man

I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can

So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Darnell sore

Lord Darnell struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more

And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee

Saying, "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"

And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free

"I'd rather kiss from dead Matty's lips, than you with your finery

Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl

He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall

"A grave, a grave!" Lord Darnell cried, "to put these lovers in

But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin"

Down Among The Dead Men

Here's a health to the King and a lasting peace to faction an end, to wealth increase.

Come, let us drink it while we have breath for there's no drinking after death.

And he that will this health deny, down among the dead men, 

Down among the dead men,down among the dead men let him lie!

Let charming beauty's health go round with whom celestial joys are found.

And may confusion yet pursue that selfish woman-hating crew.

And he who'd woman's health deny down among the dead men!

Down among the dead men,down among the dead men let him lie!

In smiling Bacchus' joys I'll roll, deny no pleasure to my soul.

Let Bacchus' health round briskly move for Bacchus is a friend to Love;

And they that would this health deny down among the dead men

Down among the dead men,down among the dead men let him lie!

May love and wine their rights maintain and their united pleasures reign.

While Bacchus' treasure crowns the board we'll sing the joy that both afford.

And they that won't with us comply down among the dead men

Down among the dead men,down among the dead men let him lie!

Rose Of England

Grown in one land alone where proud winds have blown

There’s not a flower born of the shower braver than England’s own

Though gales of winter blow piercing hail and snow shining she stays bright as in days of yore

Old England’s pride still blossoms fresh on England's shore

Rose of England thou shall fade not here proud and bright from growing year to year

Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold shared by thy warriors who served thee of old

Rose of England breathing England’s air flower of chivalry beyond compare

While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime thou shall blossom to the end of time

Rose of England breathing England’s air flower of liberty beyond compare

While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime thou shall blossom to the end of time

Roast Beef Of England 

When mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's food,

It ennobled our veins and enriched our blood.

Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

But since we have learnt from all-pervading France

To eat their ragouts as well as to dance,

We're fed up with nothing but vain complaisance

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

Our fathers of old were robust, stout, and strong,

And kept open house, with good cheer all day long,

Which made their plump tenants rejoice in this song—

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

But now we are dwindled to, what shall I name?

A sneaking poor race, half-begotten and tame,

Who sully the honours that once shone in fame.

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne,

Ere coffee, or tea, or such slip-slops were known,

The world was in terror if e'er she did frown.

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

In those days, if Fleets did presume on the Main,

They seldom, or never, returned back again,

As witness, the Vaunting Armada of Spain.

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

Oh then we had stomachs to eat and to fight

And when wrongs were cooking to do ourselves right.

But now we're a… I could, but goodnight!

The Roast Beef of old England and old English Roast Beef!

Innsbruck I Must Leave You

Innsbruck, I must leave you; I will go my way to foreign lands

My joy has been taken away from me that I cannot achieve while being abroad.

I must now bear great sorrow that I can only share with my dearest.

Love, hold poor me and in your heart compassion that I must part from you.

My consolation: above all other women, I will forever be yours, always faithful, in true honour.

And now, may God protect you, keep you in perfect virtue, until I shall return. 

From Bruges To London

As the journey begins, the clouds thicken broken hearted and grief stricken

Saying goodbye to the friends you've made recovering from the pints you've slayed

Bag on your back your all done and packed driving through the grass meadows of France

Desperate to have that last glance boarding the train to go back home destined for you personal dome 

All is done the trip is over as you reach the white cliffs of Dover the weather is miserable and so dismal

But as you scroll through your pictures, your mood is changed to something more cheerful. 

She Moved Through the Fair

I once had a sweet-heart, I loved her so well

I loved her far better than my tongue could tell

Her parents they slight me for my want of gear

So adieu to you Molly, since you are not here

I dreamed last night that my true love came in

So softly she came that her feet made no din

She stepped up to me and this she did say

It will not be long, love, till our wedding day 

My young love said to me, my mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine

And she went away from me and this she did say:

It will not be long now till our wedding day.

She went away from me and she moved through the fair

Where hand-slapping dealers' loud shouts rent the air

The sunlight around her did sparkle and play

Saying it will not be long now till our wedding day.

When dew falls on meadow and moths fill the night

When glow of the Greenhalgh on hearth throws half-light

I'll slip from the casement and we'll run away

And it will not be long love till our wedding day

According to promise at midnight he rose

But all that he found was the downloaded clothes

The sheets they lay empty ''twas plain for to see

And out of the window with another went she.

Dearg Doom

My love is colder than black marble by the sea my heart is older than the cold oak tree.

I am the flash of silver in the sun. when you see me coming you had better run, run, run

From Dearg Doom. From Dearg Doom. From Dearg Doom. From Dearg Doom.

You speak in whispers of the devils I have slain by the fire of my silver Devil's Blade,

And still you dare to flaunt yourself at me I don't want you, I don't need you,I don't love you, can't you see

I'm Dearg Doom. I'm Dearg Doom. I'm Dearg Doom. I'm Dearg Doom.

And when the stars go out you can hear me shout two heads are better than none, one hundred heads are so much better than one

And when the stars go out you can hear me shout two heads are better than none, one hundred heads are so much better than one

I'm a boy who was born blind to pain and, like a hawk, I'll swoop and swoop again.

I am the flash of Hawkeye in the sun. when you see me coming you had better run, run, run

From Dearg Doom. From Dearg Doom. From Dearg Doom. From Dearg Doom.

The Irish Rover

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six we set sail from the sweet cove of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the grand city hall in New York

It was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft and how the wild winds drove her

She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts and we called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags we had two million barrels of stones

We had three million sides of old blind horses hides we had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails in the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute when the ladies lined up for his set

He was tooting with skill for each sparkling quadrille though the dancers were fluttered and bet

With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk as he rolled the dames under and over

They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance and he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee there was Hogan from County Tyrone

There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work and a man from Westmeath called Malone

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule and fighting Bill Tracey from Dover

And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper of the Irish Rover

For a sailor it's always a bother in life it's so lonesome by night and by day

Until he launch for the shore and this charming young whore who will melt all his troubles away

All the noise and the rout swollen poitín and stout for him soon the torment is over

Of the love of a maid he's never afraid and old sot from the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost it's way in the fog

And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two just myself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock Lord what a shock the bulkhead was turned right over

Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover

Rogues Gallery Album 1

Turpin Hero

On Hounslow Heath as I rode out I spied a lawyer riding about;

“Now sir,” I said, “Run all you can From Turpin that mischievous man.”

On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before.

“Kind sir,” said I, “are you afraid of Turpin, that mischievous blade?

O rare Turpin hero,

O rare Turpin O

O rare Turpin hero,

O rare Turpin O

Said Turpin, “He'd ne'er find me o'er I hid my money in my boot.”

The lawyer says, “There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind.”

Says Turpin, “He'd ne'er find me out I hid my money in my boot.”

Well then says he lawyer, “There's none can find my gold, for it's stitched in my coat behind.”

As they were riding past the mill Turpin commands him to stand still;

Says he, “Your cloak I must cut off my mare she needs a saddle cloth.”

As they rode down by the Powder mill Turpin demands him to be still;

“Now Sir, your coat I will cut off for my mare she needs a new saddle cloth.”

This caused the lawyer much to fret to see how simply he'd been took,

But Turpin robbed him of his store because he knew he'd lie for more.

As Turpin rode in search of prey he spied a taxman on the way;

And boldly then he bid him stand “Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”

Turpin then without remorse he knocked him quite from off his horse;

And left him on the ground to sprawl while he rode off with his gold and all.

As Turpin rode on Salisbury plain he met Lord Judge with all his train;

And hero-like he did approach and robbed that Judge as he sat in his coach.

Turpin he at last was took for the shooting of a dung-hill cock,

And carried straight into jail where his bad move he does bewail.

Well Turpin is condemned to die to hang upon yon gallows high;

Whose legacy is a strong rope, for the shooting of a dung-hill cock. 

The Ballad of Mary Read and Anne Bonny

Mary Read, a pretty girl, made to act a boy,

To keep her grandma’s money she’s a brotherly decoy. 

Red-haired Anne she stabbed a girl when she was just 13,

She married Bonny, took his name, but never took his scene. 

Mary joined the army as a man and fought a war, 

Proved herself in battle, took a husband from the corps. 

Anne she left her husband for a pirate of some note, 

Who thought himself the toughest man of any man afloat. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Mary’s husband breathed no more and so she closed the bar, 

She boarded ship and sailed west, she sailed oh so far. 

A pirate ship did take them, so she joined up with the crew, 

Though she was “he” as far as they or any of them knew. 

Bonny found this sailor man was rather to her taste; 

So Mary had to prove herself, and rather in some haste. 

Then Captain Jack, a jealous man, had made a point to say, 

So Mary proved she’s not a man, a second time that day. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 

Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead. 

This pirate ship had its own flag upon a field of black, 

A pair of swords below a skull said this is Calico Jack. 

“William” was her name and true she sailed upon the seas, 

And pirating is what they did while following the breeze. 

Anne Bonny had her Captain Jack, and Jack had Bonny too, 

Mary wanted her own man, a love that might be true. 

A captured lad became that man who might make her his wife, 

Although she had to win a duel to save his meagre life. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Captain Barrett, pirate hunter, hunting Captain Jack, 

One morning he did find them, and launch a quick attack. 

Jack and crew were quite surprised and hid inside the hold, 

While Read and Bonny stood their ground, that’s how the story’s told. 

Mary shot below the deck, “Come here! Fight like a man!” 

Jack looked up, saw swords and guns, and Mary next to Anne. 

But Jack and crew stayed hidden still, and begging for their lives, 

The pirate hunters took them all and took their guns and knives. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 

Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead. 

Jamaican court says Jack must hang, for evil pirate ways, 

While Read and Bonny plead their bellies for a legal stay. 

And Bonny said to Jack that day before he met his God, 

“If you had fought more like a man, you’d not hang like a dog.” 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 

Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead.

 Jack Sheppard

Some years ago, perhaps a hundred, Jack Sheppard lived, the bold and free.

A smarter chap ne'er cracked a crib, sir, nor swung upon old Tyburn tree.

Now, William Woods he was Jack's master, and a carpenter by trade.

He made all sorts of wooden boxes, and Jack to him was apprentice made.

Then Jack he courted his master's daughter, but she jilted him, I must confess.

Then Jack he married two wives after, Emma Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. 

 One day Jack, being short of money, he took it in his precious head 

All for to rob his late employer after they had gone to bed. 

Now, William Woods slept very soundly, But Missus Woods did only doze, 

And when Jack Sheppard made his entry Madame Woods kicked off the clothes. 

She rose and caught Jack by the breeches, and Jack he would have gone to prison, 

But Mister Blue Skin, Jack's accomplice, Madame Woods cut through the wet sand. 

Then Jack was taken and put in prison, in irons strong he was bound down, 

But Jack he swore he'd break his fetters If they weighed a thousand pound. 

 His wife went to him in the prison, which circumstance to him did please; 

And to escape out of the window He tore the tail off her chemise. 

Now three times he was put in prison for three times he had got away. 

He being tired of escaping they hung him up on a summer's day. 

Gone To SEA To Seek His FORTUNE

Come all you brave Boys, whose Courage is bold will you venture with me, I'll glut you with Gold?

Make haste unto Corona, a Ship you will find, that's called the Fancy, will pleasure your mind.

Captain Every is in her, and calls her his own He will box her about, Boys, before he has done:

French, Spaniard and Portuguese, the Heathen likewise, He has made a War with them until that he dies.

Her Model's like Wax, and she sails like the Wind She is rigged and fitted and curiously trimmed,

And all things convenient has for his design God bless his poor Fancy, she's bound for the Mine.

Farewell, fair Plymouth, and Cat-down be damned I once was Part-owner of most of that Land;

But as I am disowned, so I'll abdicate My Person from England to attend on my Fate.

Then away from this Climate and temperate Zone, to one that's more torrid, you'll hear I am gone,

With an hundred and fifty brave Sparks of this Age who are fully resolved their Foes to engage.

These Northern Parts are not thrifty for me I'll rise the Anterhise, that some Men shall see

I am not afraid to let the World know that to the South-Seas and to Persia I'll go.

Our Names shall be blazed and spread in the Sky and many brave Places I hope to descry,

Where never a French man e'er yet has been nor any proud Dutch man can say he has seen.

My Commission is large, and I made it my self and the Capstone shall stretch it full larger by half;

It was dated in Corona, believe it, my Friend from the Year Ninety three, unto the World's end.

I Honour St. George, and his Colours I wear Good Quarters I give, but no Nation I spare,

The World must assist me with what I do want I'll give them my Bill, when my Money is scant.

Now this I do say and solemnly swear He that strikes to St. George the better shall fare;

But he that refuses, shall suddenly spy Strange Colours abroad of my Fancy to fly.

Four Chiviligies of Gold in a bloody Field environed with green, now this is my Shield;

Yet call out for Quarter, before you do see a bloody Flag out, which our Decree,

No Quarters to give, no Quarters to take we save nothing living, alas its too late;

For we are now sworn by the Bread and the Wine more serious we are than any Divine.

Now this is the Course I intend for to steer my false-hearted Nation, to you I declare,

I have done thee no wrong, thou must me forgive The Sword shall maintain me as long as I live. 

The Discovery (The Squire Turned Ferret.)

MOST true it is, I dare to say, ever since the Days of Eve, 

The weakest Woman sometimes may the wisest Man deceive. 

For Davenant circumspect, sedate a Machiavel by trade 

Arrived Express, with News of Weight, and thus, at court, he said. 

 At Godliman, hard by the Bull, a woman, long thought barren bears rabbits Gad so plentiful, 

You would take her for a warren these eyes, quoth He, beheld them clear 

What, do ye doubt my view behold this narrative that's here; why, zounds and blood it is true. 

Some said that Douglas sent should be, some talked of Walker's Merit, 

But most held, in this midwifery, no doctor like a FERRET. 

But Molyneux, who heard this told, right wary He and wise cried sagely, 

It is not safe, I hold, to trust to Davenant's Eyes. a vow to God 

He then did make He would himself go down, St. Andre too, the scale to take of that phenomenon. He ordered then his Coach and Four The Coach was quickly got them

Resolved this Secret to explore, And search it to the Bottom. 

 At Godliman they now arrive, for haste they made exceeding; 

As Courtiers should, whenever they strive to be informed of breeding. 

The good Wife to the Surgeon sent, and said to him, Good Neighbour, 

It is a pity that two squires so gent should come and lose their labour. 

The Surgeon with a rabbit came, but first in pieces cut it; 

Then slyly thrust it up that same as far as man could put it 

Ye Guildford Innkeepers take heed You dress not such a Rabbit, 

Ye Poulterers eke, destroy the breed, it is so unsavory a-Bit.

But hold! says Molly, first let's try, now that her legs are open, 

If ought within we may descry by help of Telescope. 

The Instrument himself did make, He raised and leveled right, 

But all about was so opaque, it could not aid his sight. 

 On Tiptoe then the Squire he stood but first He gave her Money

Then reached as high as ever He could, and cried, I feel a CONY. 

Is it alive? St. Andre cried It is; I feel it stir. 

Is it full grown? the Squire replied; It is; see here's the FUR.

And now two legs St. Andre got and then came two legs more;

Now fell the head to Molly's Lot and so the work was over

The Woman, thus being brought to bed said, to reward your pains,

St. Andre shall dissect the head and thou shalt have the brains.

He lapped it in a linen rag,then thanked her for her kindness;

And crammed it in the velvet bag that serves His Royal Highness

That Bag which Jenny, wanton slut first brought to foul disgrace

Stealing the papers thence she put veal-cutlets in their place.

O! happy would it be, I wean could they these Rabbits smother

Molly had never a Midwife been nor she a shameful mother

Why has the Proverb falsely said better two heads than one;

Could Molly hide this rabbit's head he still might show his own. 

JACK SHEPPARD  (A Ballad)

I'm the shadow of Jack Sheppard descending you know from the rackety times of gay long ago

I was King of the Dials and Lord of the Mint the theme of adventures that folks cannot print

I always was ready, when fun should begin to give a smart hussy a chuck underneath the chin

Or I'd rid a man neatly of gold he had piled Smart! thanks to the teaching of Jonathan Wilde

Then here's to the fame of Jack Sheppard Here's to the mad-cap boy

Burglar and pride of the ladies Their prey and their readiest toy

Idol of days when the people To the hardiest villain would bow

Dark days that are dead Do you think the world's better now?

Lord, things were different my first time on earth I'd cut capers, crack cribs, from the day of my birth

Sometimes I was collared they nabbed me in vain though they slapped me in chokey, I broke out again

It was 'Stand and Deliver' one moment same day the coin we'd bagged we were carousing away

With Edgeworth Bess helping the old love and the new it's 'a fig for tomorrow', an old toast but true. 

I'd a pride in my business, no psalm singing airs I was never a hypocrite, snivelling at prayers

I robbed no poor widows, in Christian like way smashed no Liberator and bolted away

'Twas a rollicking dare-devil period then the fairest frail women, the smartest frail men

In these days of divorce courts, such tales cause surprise You can't see vice now - that's if you shut your eyes.

Let me paint a final picture - Jack with clasped and twitching hands

At the funeral of his mother in old Willesden churchyard stands

In heart broken stupor, he scarce hears friends 'Blueskin' warning

'Fly, Jonathan Wilde's here' Then Jack sobs, 'Leave my Mother's grave not I

Let them take me.' Wild has seized him, 'till the dreadful finish wait,

I'll not struggle, for my mother's grave I will not desecrate.'

Vile thief taker, Wild mocks him, drags him off in brutal glee

'Drive on lads! Hurrah for Newgate, halfway house for Tyburn Tree 

Nix My Doll, Pals, Fake Away

In a box of the stone jug I was born, of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, Fake away. 

And my noble father, as I've heard say, was a famous merchant of capers gay, 

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away,  

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

My knuckles in quod did my school men play, and put me up to the time of day, Fake away. 

No dummy hunter had forks so fly, no knuckles deftly could fake a Ely

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away. 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

But my nuttiest lady one fine day, to the beaks did her gentleman betray, Fake away. 

And so I was bowled out at last and into the jug for a lag was cast, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. But I slipped my derbies one fine day, And gave to the dubs man a holiday. Fake away. And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking Romany, 

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

The Dead Horse

A poor old man came riding by And we say so, and we hope so

A poor old man came riding by And we say so, and we hope so

Poor old horse.

Says I, "Old man, your horse will die." And we say so, and we hope so

Says I, "Old man, your horse will die." And we say so, and we hope so

And if he dies we'll tan his skin And we say so, and we hope so

And if he don't we'll ride him again. And we say so, and we hope so

For one long month I rode him hard And we say so, and we hope so

For one long month we all rode him hard And we say so, and we hope so

But now your month is up, old Turk And we say so, and we hope so

Get up, you swine, and look for work And we say so, and we hope so

Get up you swine and look for graft And we say so, and we hope so

While we lays on and drags ye aft And we say so, and we hope so

He's as dead as a nail in the lamp-room door And we say so, and we hope so

And he won't come worrying us no more And we say so, and we hope so

We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails And we say so, and we hope so

And the iron of his shoe to make deck nails And we say so, and we hope so

We'll hoist him up to the fore yard-arm And we say so, and we hope so

Where he won't do sailors any harm And we say so, and we hope so

We'll drop him down with a long, long roll And we say so, and we hope so

Where the sharks will have his body and the Devil take his soul. And we say so, and we hope so

The Trooper and the Maid

A trooper lad came here last night, with riding he was weary,

A trooper lad came here last night, when the moon shone bright and clearly.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

She's taken his high horse by the head,She's led him to the stable,

She's given him both corn and hay As much as he was able.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

She's taken the trooper by the hand and led him to the table,

There's food and wine for a soldier here as much as he is able.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

She went upstairs to make the bed and she made it soft and easy.

She's pulled her petticoats o'er her head crying, Soldier, are you ready ?

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

He's taken off his big topcoat likewise his hat and feather.

He's ta'en the broadsword from his side and now he's down beside her.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

They had not been an hour in bed an hour but and a quarter,

When the drums came beating up the town and every beat got shorter.

Bonny lassie, I must leave you now bonny lassie, I must leave you,

If ever I come this road again I will come in and see you.

She's taken her gown out o'er her arms and followed him through Stirling.

She's grown so full she could not bow and he left her in Dunfermline.

Bonny lassie, I must leave you now bonny lassie, I must leave you,

If ever I come this road again I will come in and see you.

It's when will you come back again to be your bairn's daddy ?

When cockle shells grow silver bells it's when I'll come and wed ye.

Bonny lassie, I must leave you now bonny lassie, I must leave you,

If ever I come this road again I will come in and see you.

The Girl I Left Behind Me 

I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill and o'er the moorland sedgy

Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill since parting with my Betsey

I seek for one as fair and gay but find none to remind me

How sweet the hours I passed away with the girl I left behind me.

O ne'er shall I forget the night the stars were bright above me

And gently lent their silvery light when first she vowed to love me

But now I'm bound to Brighton camp kind heaven then pray guide me

And send me safely back again to the girl I left behind me

Her golden hair in ringlets fair her eyes like diamonds shining

Her slender waist, her heavenly face that leaves my heart still pining

Ye gods above oh hear my prayer to my beauteous fair to find me

And send me safely back again to the girl I left behind me

The bee shall honey taste no more the dove become a ranger

The falling waters cease to roar ere I shall seek to change her

The vows we made to heaven above shall ever cheer and bind me

In constancy to her I love the girl I left behind me

Drink Little England Dry 

Drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,

Drink until you can't drink no more,

For the Frenchmen are coming for a fresh supply,

And they swear they'll drink little England dry.

For the Frenchmen are coming with a fresh supply,

And they swear they'll drink little England dry.

They may come, the frogs of France,

But we'll teach them a new-fashioned dance,

For we'll pepper their jackets most terribly,

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

For we'll pepper their jackets most  terribly,

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

They may come as they may think,

But they shall fight afore they drink,

For the guns they shall rattle and the bullets they shall fly

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

For the guns they shall rattle and the bullets they shall fly

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

Then drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,

Drink until you can't drink no more,

For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,

And they'll never drink little England dry.

For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,

And they'll never drink little England dry.

Down Among The Dead Men

Here's a health to the Queen and a lasting peace to faction an end, to wealth increase;

Come, let us drink it while we have breath for there's no drinking after death and he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men down among the dead men down among the dead men let him lie.

Let charming Beauty's health go round in whom celestial joys are found and may confusion still pursue,

The senseless woman hating crew and they that woman's health deny;

Down among the dead men down among the dead men down among the dead men let him lie.

May love and wine their joys maintain and their united pleasures reign while smiling plenty crowns the land,

We'll sing the joys that both afford and they that won't with us comply,

Down among the dead men down among the dead men down among the dead men let him lie.

Ward The Pirate

Come all you gallant seamen bold all you that march to drum,

Let's go and look for Captain Ward far on the sea he roams.

He is the biggest robber that ever you did hear,

There's not been such a robber found for above this hundred year.

A ship was sailing from the east and going to the west,

Loaded with silks and satins and velvets of the best;

But meeting there with Captain Ward it was a bad meeting;

He robbed them of all their wealth and bid them tell their king.

O then the King proved a ship of noble fame,

She's called the Royal Rainbow if you would have her name;

She was as well provided for as any ship can be,

Full thirteen hundred men on board to bear her company.

'It was eight o'clock in the morning when they began to fight,

And so they did continue there till nine o'clock at night;

Fight on, fight on, says Captain Ward this sport well pleases me,

For if you fight this month or more your master I will be.

O then the gallant Rainbow, she fired she fired in vain.

Till six and thirty of her men all on the deck were slain;

Go home, go home, says Captain Ward and tell your king for me,

If he reigns king all on the land Ward will reign king on the sea.