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Off to sea once more

1. When first I landed in Liverpool
I went upon the spree 
While money lasts, I spent it fast 
Got drunk as drunk could be 
And when me money was all gone 
On liquors and the whores, 
I made up me mind that I was inclined 
To go to sea no more 

 Ref: No more,no more
To go to sea no more
I made up me mind that I was inclined
To go to sea no more

2. As I was walking down the street
I met with Angeline
She said: ”come home with me, my lad 
And we’ll have a cracking time”
But when I awoke it was no joke
I found I was all alone,
My silver watch and my money to
And my whole bloody gear was gone 

Ref: Was gone, was gone 
My whole bloody gear was gone 
It was when I awoke it was no joke 
For my whole bloody gear was gone 

3. As I was walking down the street
I met Big Rapper Brown
I asked him if he would take me in
And he looked at me with a frown,
He said: “last time you was paid off with me
You chalked up no score
But I’ll take your advance
And I’ll give youse a chance
To go to sea once more 

Ref: Once more,once more 
To go to sea once more 
I’ll take your advance 
And I’ll give youse a chance 
To go to sea once more

4. He sent me aboard of a whaling ship
bound for the arctic seas
where cold winds blow
and there’s frost and snow
and jamaica rum would freeze
but worst of all; I’d no hardweather gear
for I’d lost all my dunnage ashore
it was the that I wished that I was dead
and go to sea no more

Ref: No more,no more
To go to sea no more
It was then that I wished that I was dead
And go to sea no more

5. Sometimes we’re catching whales me lads,
but mostly we get none
with a twenty foot oar in every paw
from five o’clock in th mor’n
and when daylights gone
and the noghts coming on
we rest upon our oars
and o’boys you wish that you was dead
or snug with the girls ashore

Ref: Ashore, ashore
Or snug with the girls ashore
O’boys you wish that you was dead
Or snug with the girls ashore

6. Come all you sea-faring lads
that listen to me song
when you go a-big boating, boys
make sure you do not go wrong
You take my tip when you come off a trip
Don’t go with any whores
But get married instead, and have all night in bed
And go to sea no more

Ref: No more, no more
To go to sea no more
Get married instead and have all night in bed
And go to sea no more

Presseklipp

Ein kuling av eit kor

«Storm Weather Shanty Choir lovar album nummer fire neste år, og i ventetida vil me tilrå «Boney» på det varmaste. Tittelkuttet byr på frisk og maritim folkrock, utsøkt arrangement og kuling i dei vokale kasta.» Jonn Karl Sætre, Kvinnheringen 12/12 2008.  Les heile meldinga her.

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