. Salt-water poems and ballads. screamin was a hand less at the halliards n the braces,N a name less when the watch spoke to the muster-roll,N a empty bunk n a pannikin as wasnt wantedWhen the watch went below. A VALEDICTION (LIVERPOOL DOCKS) A CRIMP. A DRUNKEN SAILOR. Is there anything as I can do ashore for youWhen youve dropped down the tide ? — You can take n tell Nan Im goin about the world agen, N that the worlds tell her that there aint no postal service Not down on the blue tell her that shed best not keep her fires alight Nor set up late for tell her Ill
. Salt-water poems and ballads. screamin was a hand less at the halliards n the braces,N a name less when the watch spoke to the muster-roll,N a empty bunk n a pannikin as wasnt wantedWhen the watch went below. A VALEDICTION (LIVERPOOL DOCKS) A CRIMP. A DRUNKEN SAILOR. Is there anything as I can do ashore for youWhen youve dropped down the tide ? — You can take n tell Nan Im goin about the world agen, N that the worlds tell her that there aint no postal service Not down on the blue tell her that shed best not keep her fires alight Nor set up late for tell her Ill have forgotten all about her Afore we cross the tell her that the dollars of any other sailorman Is as good red gold as mine. Is there anything as I can do aboard for youAfore the tow-ropes taut ? Im new to this packet and all the ways of her, N I dont know of aught;But I knows as Im goin down to the seas agen N the seas are salt n drear;But I knows as all the doin as youre man enough for Wont make them A Valediction (Liverpool Docks)A Crimp A Drunken S^lor A VALEDICTION (LIVERPOOL DOCKS) zi W airCt there nothin as I can do ashore for youWhen youve got fair afloat ? — You can buy a farm with the dollars as youve done me ofN cash my advance-note. Is there any thin youd fancy for your breakfastingWhen youre home across Mersey Bar ? — I wants a red herrin n a prairie oysterN a bucket of Three Star,N a gell with redder lips than Polly has got,N prettier ways than Nan — Well, so-long, Billy, n a spankin heavy pay-day to you ! So-long, my fancy man! A NIGHT AT DAGO TOMS Oh yesterday, I tink it was, while cruisin down the street,I met with Bill. — Hullo, he says, lets give the girls a red bandanas round our necks n our shrouds new rattled we filled a couple of Santy Cruz and cleared for Sailor Town. We scooted south with a press of sail till we fetched to a Sailors Rest, by Dago Tom, alongside Paddys curtains to
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