Motley Words

Come all ye young fellows that follow the sea
To me, way hey, blow the man down
Now please pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down
Us deep water sailors have been away long
To me, way hey, blow the man down
Just give us some rum and we’ll sing you a song

So we’ll blow the man up and we’ll blow the man down
To me way-hey blow the man down,
We’ll blow him away to Wivenhoe town,
Oh, give me some time the blow the man down

We went over the bar on the thirteenth of May,
The galloper jumped and the gale came away
Oh the rags was all gone and the chains was all jammed,
And the skipper sez he “let the weather be dammed”

Tis larboard and starboard, on deck we do sprawl,
For kicking Jack Rogers commands the John Bull
There’s tinkers and tailors, shoemakers and all,
they’re all shipped for sailors aboard the John Bull

Chorus x 2