| I shipped on board of the Ebeneezer Every day was scrub and grease 'er. Send us aloft to scrape 'er down And if we growl they'll knock us down |
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| Oh, get along boys, get along, do. Handy, m'boys, be handy. Get along boys, get along, do. Handy, m'boys, be handy. |
| The Old Man was a drunken geezer Couldn't sail the Ebeneezer Learn't his trade on a Chinese junk Spent most of his time, sir, in his bunk |
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| Our first mate's name was Dickie Green, sir, The dirtiest bugger you've ever seen, sir! Walking the quarter in a bucko cap, He thought himself no common chap. |
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| A Boston buck was second greaser, He used to ship in Limejuice greasers. But the Limey packets got too hot; So he made a jump at the Boston dock. |
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| The Bosun came from Tenessee, sir He always wore a Blackball cheeser He had a girl in every port At least that's what his missus thought |
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| The Ebeneezer was so old, sir She knew Columbus as a boy, sir 'Twas pump her, bullies, night and day To help her get to Liverpool Bay |
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| We had no spuds for our dinner, As sure as I'm a living sinner; Our bread was tough as any brass And our meat was as salty as Lot's wife's ass |
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Taken from Shanteymen and Shantyboys, by Doerflinge with verses 2, 5 and 6 added from Hugill