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Somebody has to do it, BUT! let's be original, no lyrics, unless you can speak whatever they speak in Iceland:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmMTopztVlY EDIT: Ahh what the hell, you deserve one you can sing along, no clue where to get the lyrics though: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0yI2MQf8Tk |
SPANISH LADIES
(The Yankee Version - Adapted by Roger Chartier) Chorus: Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For we've received orders to sail to Boston And perhaps we shall never more see you again. We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of Boston Nantucket to home is just a few leagues Chorus We hove our ship to with the wind at the sou'west boys We hove our ship to for to take soundings clear In fifty five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom We filled main tops'l up channel did steer Chorus We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of Boston Great Point to home is just a few leagues Chorus The first land we made was a place called Nantucket Martha's Vinyard, Woods Hole then down Buzzards Bay We sailed then by Marion, Mattapoisett, and Fairhaven Then bore straight away for Boston, hooray Chorus We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of Boston The Vinyard to home is just a few leagues Chorus Now the Captain called out for our grand ship to anchor We clewed up our tops'ls stuck out tacks and sheets We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets Chorus We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of Boston Woods Hole to home is just a few leagues Chorus Let every man here drink up his full bumper, Let every man here drink up his full bowl And let us be jolly and drown melancholy And drink a health to each jovial and true hearted soul Chorus We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of Boston West Island to home is just a few leagues. Chorus |
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Oy, I hope the MODerator doesn't notice I made three consecutive posts :|\\
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Goodness, Neal's going to get banned from his own site. Channing will run the show. Which way to Hati?
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Here's the companion song to that one: (Lyrics by Irving King) Show me the way to go home,I'm tired and I wanna go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago, And it's gone right to my head. Where-ever I may roam, O’r land or sea or foam. You can always hear me singin’ this song, Show me the way to go home! |
Dedicated to those steadfast watchmen who man their posts despite the roughest seas:
Sung to the tune of "My Bonnie lies over the Ocean" My breakfast lies over the ocean... My breakfast lies over the ocean My dinner lies over the sea, My stomach is in a commotion, Don't mention my supper to me. CHORUS Bring back, bring back, Oh bring back my bucket to me, to me . . . I really felt rotten this morning, They tell me I really looked pale, My stomach gave adequate warning, To lean far out over the rail. The sound of a stomach in motion, A murmuring noise inside me, I looked down and there on the water, Was breakfast and dinner and tea. :88) |
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"Jaws" was exactly the movie I was thinking of when I kept "hearing" it in my head over and over again......
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