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					                                                      ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND
                                                Traditional Sailor Songs from Jack Aubrey’s Navy
                                                 Performed by Jerry Bryant and Starboard Mess

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1. Spanish Ladies
According to numerous sources, this was a very popular song in the Royal Navy for decades (it eventually made its way onto merchant ships as a
chantey); O‟Brian cites it in no less than four of his books. It covers the voyage home, up the English Channel towards London, which was but one
part of the cycle of naval life for a foremast jack. For many a man-o„-war‟s man, such a homecoming was soon followed by another departure.

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders to sail for old England;
We hope in a short time to see you again.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly ‘tis thirty five leagues.

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys,
We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear;
It‟s forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom;
We squared our main yard and up channel did steer.

Now the first land we sighted it is called the Deadman,
Next Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight;
We sailed on by Beechy, by Fairleigh and Dungeness,
And we hove our ship to off the South Foreland Light.

Then the signal was given for the grand fleet to anchor,
And all in the Downs that night for to lie.
“Let go your shank-painter, likewise your catstopper,
Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly!”

Now let every man drink off his full bumper
And let every man toss off his full glass.
We'll sing and be jolly, and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass!

2. A Jolly Sailor’s True Description of A Man-of-war
In an authentic voice, and rich with details of shipboard life, this song tells of the experiences of a new hand at the start of a commission. We
took the tune of a traditional song called The Brisk Young Butcher to bring this gem back to life. The lyrics date from between 1765 and 1790.
[Additional lyrics may be found in The Oxford Book of Sea Songs, edited by Roy Palmer]

When first on board a man-of-war                     To have a rout in the galley.                         Like English hearts we‟ll play our parts
We go, by press or enter,                            “What are you about? Away with yez                    In defense of the British nation.
And „longside of our ship we come,                   out!”
We boldly in her venture.                            To leave our vittles we abhor it.                     The best cry that we like to hear
Such twigging then at we fresh men:                  With cuffs and knocks leave kettles and               On board, as I‟m a sinner,
“They‟re clever fellows,” some say;                  pots,                                                 Is when from the quarter-deck they call
While the buffers stand with their                   And the devil cuff „em for it.                        To the bosun to pipe to dinner.
rattans,                                                                                                   Such crowding then amongst the men,
Crying, “Keep out of the gangway!”                   There are snotty boys of midshipmen                   Some grumble, others jangle.
                                                     Ain‟t yet done shitting yellow.                       You‟re nobody there without you swear,
Then aft upon the quarter-deck                       As to their age, some hardly ten                      And boldly stand the wrangle.
We go, it being common.                              Strike many a brave fellow,
Our officers examine us to know who are              Who dare not prate at any rate,                       When stormy winds begin to blow
the seamen.                                          Nor seem in the least to mumble.                      Our ship is in great motion.
There‟s some are seamen, some are                    They‟ll frap you still, do what you will;             To carry our vittles safe down below
freemen,                                             It is but a folly to grumble.                         It requires a good motion.
Some one thing, some another.                                                                              We often fall down the hatchway with all,
Then we down below on the main deck go,              “Heave and in sight, men heave away!”                 From the top to the bottom lie sprawling.
Boys, after one another.                             From forward the bosun‟s calling.                     Such laughing then among the men,
                                                     “Heave a turn or two without delay,                   And loudly the butcher calling.
Then up again upon the deck                          Stand by the capstan for pawling.”
So briskly, boys, we bundle;                         Then one and all to the cat do fall;                  Now to conclude and make and end
Since we have well secured our peck                  We haul both strong and able                          In a full flowing brimmer,
We have no cause to grumble.                         „Til presently from forward they cry,                 Let everyone drink to his friend:
Then we clap on what we heave upon,                  “Below, stick out the cable!”                         The bowl it seems to look thinner.
Some piping, others singing.                                                                               We‟ll fill it again like sons of men,
There‟s “Hoist away”, likewise “Belay”               When once our ship it is unmoored                     And drink bad luck to the purser.
Thus we make a beginning.                            Our swelling sails so neatly,                         He cheats us with ease of oatmeal and
                                                     With foretack and maintack also,                      peas,
The bosun and his mates are piping,                  Our sheets hauled aft completely.                     Such rogues there can‟t be worser.
Crying, “Men, heave a rally!”                        Then away we sail on a fresh gale
And often forward they are piking                    On a voyage or a station.

3. Adieu, Sweet Lovely Nancy                                                    5. Warlike Seamen
Having signed on with the Navy, Jack Tar must say farewell to his               An Irish captain prevails over the French, using a ruse de guerre,
own true love. A song with the hallmarks of a sailor author: a                  and takes home a prize.
desire for adventure mixed with griping about conditions at sea, a
poke at landsmen, and the yearning for the pleasures of the shore.              Come all you warlike seamen, that to the seas belong,
Adieu, sweet lovely Nancy, ten thousand times adieu,                            I'll tell you of a fight, my boys, on board the Nottingham.
For I‟m going around the ocean love to seek for something new.                  It was of an Irish captain, his name was Somerville.
Come change your ring with me, dear girl, come change your ring with me,        With courage bold, did he control, he played his part so well.
That it might be a token of true love while I am on the sea.
                                                                                „Twas on the eighth of June, my boys, when at Spithead we lay
And when I‟m far across the sea you‟ll know not where I am.                     On board there came an order, our anchor for to weigh.
Kind letters I will write to you from every foreign land.                       Bound for the coast of Ireland, our orders did run so:
The secrets of your mind, dear girl, are the best of my good will,              For us to cruise, and not refuse, against a daring foe.
So let my body be where it might my heart will be with you still.
                                                                                We had not sailed many lengths at sea before a ship we spied,
There‟s a heavy storm arising; see how it gathers round,                        She being some lofty Frenchman, come a-bearing down so wide.
While we poor souls on the ocean wide are fighting for the crown.               We hailed her in French, my boys, she asked from whence we came.
There‟s nothing to protect us, love, or to keep us from the cold                Our answer was “From Liverpool, and London is our name.”
On the ocean wide where we must bide like jolly seamen bold.
                                                                                “Oh pray are you some man of war, or pray, what may you be?”
There are tinkers tailors and shoemakers lie snoring fast asleep,               Oh then replied our captain, “And that you soon shall see.”
While we poor souls on the ocean wide are plowing up the deep.                  “Come and strike your English colors, or else you shall bring to.
Our officers commanded us and them we must obey,                                Since you're so stout, you shall give out, or else we will sink you!”
Expecting at every moment for to get cast away.
                                                                                The first broadside we gave to them, it caused them for to wonder.
But when the wars are all over there‟ll be peace on every shore;                Their mainmast and their rigging, too, came a-rattling down like
We‟ll return to our wives and our families and the girls that we                thunder.
adore.                                                                          It drove them from their quarters, they could no longer stay;
We‟ll call for liquor merrily and we‟ll spend our money free,                   Our guns did roar, we made quite sure we showed them British
And when our money it is all gone we will boldly go to sea.                     play.

                                                                                So now we've took that ship, my boys, God speed to us fair wind
                                                                                That we might sail to Plymouth town, if the heavens prove so kind.
                                                                                We'll drink a health unto our captain, and to all such warlike souls:
                                                                                To him we'll drink, and never flinch, out of our flowing bowls.

6. The First of June                                                     8. Roast Beef of Old England
Referred to by this title in HMS Surprise, this song concerns the        This was written by Richard Leveridge in 1735, either for inclusion
action that actually occurred prior to Glorious First of June in 1794.   in a stage production, or as a parody of a piece from such. Another
It is attributed to a lieutenant of the HMS Bellerophon, Rear-           song with a job on board a man-of-war, the tune – or rather the
Admiral Pasley‟s flagship. [Original Title: A New Sea Song]              rhythm – was used by the drummer to announce dinner. We‟ve
                                                                         added two verses from a traditional naval ballad which uses
„Twas on the twenty-eighth of May, the morning being clear,              Leveridge‟s tune, entitled The Brave Tars of Old England.
A fleet to windward we espied, they Frenchmen did appear.
The signal for the same being made, the chase was soon begun;            When Mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's Food
And then for battle we prepared to show monsieurs some fun.              It ennobl'd our veins and enriched our Blood:
Our ship being cleared, the foe we neared, with expectations high,       Our Soldiers were Brave and our Courtiers were Good.
That we should show the murderous foe,                                           Oh! The Roast Beef of Old England,
That British courage still will flow, to make them strike, or die!                And Old English Roast Beef!

The famed Bellerophon began her cannons first to play                     But since we have learned from all vapouring France,
Upon a three-decked ship of theirs, which could not run away.             To eat their Ragouts, as well as to Dance.
Our hearts of gold their shot well told, in showers about her side,       We are fed up with nothing but vain Complaisance,
„Til the Leviathan came up, the battle to divide.                                  Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
Then seeing plain „twas quite in vain the contest more to try,
She struck, and this does show,                                           Our Fathers, of old, were Robust, Stout and Strong,
That British courage still will flow, to make them strike, or die!        And kept open House, with good cheer all day long.
                                                                          Which made their plump Tenants rejoyce in this Song,
Night coming on the battle ceased, „til Phoebus rose again,                      Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
When we beheld this traitorous fleet still vaunting on the main.
Our line being formed, and all hearts warmed, the fight was soon          When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne
renewed,                                                                  E'er Coffee and Tea and such slip-slops were known;
Determined to hand down that flag which with contempt we                  The World was in Terror if e'er she did frown.
viewed.                                                                            Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
Lord Howe engaged their hottest rage; he broke their line to try
If such maneuvers would not show                                          In those days, if Fleets did presume on the Main,
That British courage still would flow, to make them strike, or die!       They seldom, or never, return'd back again,
                                                                          As witness, the Vaunting Armada of Spain.
The battle warmly was maintained, much valor was displayed,                        Oh! The Roast Beef, etc.
„Til night with all her sable train the action still delayed.
Now since again all o‟er the main these rebels can‟t be found,           Britannia‟s high trident, still waving on high,
We‟ll toast our admirals in our glass; our girls, too, shall go round.   Bid her tars all be true, and their foes all defy,
Each heart shall sing, “Long live the King!” and each again reply,       To avenge all her wrongs they will conquer or die,
“If e‟er we‟re called again we‟ll show                                             Like brave jolly tars of old England,
That British courage still shall flow, to make them strike, or die!”               The conquering brave British tars!

                                                                         Now fill up a glass, while a bumper we have,
                                                                         To Howe, Jervis, Duncan and Nelson the Brave,
                                                                         To the bold British tars, who now rule on the wave,
                                                                                   Huzza for the bulwarks of England,
                                                                                   And health to each bold British tar!

9. Heart of Oak                                                  11. Ben Backstay
This patriotic number was penned in 1759 by David Garrick, the   A comical ditty that contains a moral about the evils of grog (as
most famous actor of his day. Popular in the Navy for obvious    seen by a sailor, of course).
reasons, O‟Brian‟s captain has his drummer use it to beat to
quarters.                                                        Ben Backstay was our boatswain, a very merry boy,
                                                                 For no one half so merrily could pipe all hands ahoy.
Words: David Garrick, music: Dr. Boyce                           And when unto his summons we did not well attend,
                                                                 No lad than he more merrily could handle the rope's end.
Come cheer up, my lads! 'Tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;                    Chorus:
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,                Singin’ Chip chow, cherry chow, fol di riddle iddle ow
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?                              Chip chow, cherry chow, fol di roddle day.
                                                                 Chip chow, cherry chow, fol di riddle iddle ow
Chorus:                                                                    Chip chow, cherry chow, fol di roddle day.
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;
We always are ready. Steady, boys, steady!                       While sailing once, our captain, who was a jolly dog,
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.                   Served out to all the company, a double whack of grog.
                                                                 Ben Backstay he got tipsy, all to his heart's content,
We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,                  And he being half seas over, boys, right overboard he went.
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,                 A shark was on the starboard bow, and sharks no man can stand,
For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.                   For they do grapple everything, just like them sharks on land.
                                                                 We heaved Ben out some tackling to give his life some hope,
They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,               But as the shark bit off his head, he couldn't see the rope.
They frighten our women, our children, and beaus;
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,              Without a head his ghost appeared all on the briny lake;
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.             He piped all hands ahoy and cried, "Lads, warning by me take;
                                                                 By drinking grog I lost me life, and you my fate could meet,
We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee,      So never mix your rum, me lads, but always take it neat."
And drub 'em on shore, as we've drubb'd 'em at sea;
Then cheer up, my lads! With one heart let us sing:
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen and King.

13. Bay of Biscay-o                                                      14. The Battle of the Nile
After the dancing some old hand might have offered up a ballad of        Part of any sing-song on the forecastle would have been ballads of
shipwreck and disaster, like this one. O‟Brian has it sung on board      victory. This one describes Nelson‟s triumph over the French at
the Polychrest the night Richard Canning came aboard.                    Aboukir Bay in 1798. We have fitted the words to the tune of an old
                                                                         song called The Three Butchers.
Ye gentlemen of England who live home at your ease,
It's little do you think of the dangers of the seas;                     'Twas on the ninth day of August in the year of ninety-eight,
When we receive our orders we are obliged to go                          We'll sing the praise of Nelson and the bold British fleet;
On the main to proud Spain where the stormy winds do blow.               For the victory we have gained over the rebellious crew,
                                                                         And to the Mediterranean Sea, brave boys, we'll bid adieu.
Was on the fourth of August from Spithead we set sail
With Ramely and Company blest with a pleasant gale;                      Chorus:
We sailed along together in the Bay of Biscay-O,                         So come, you British tars, let your hands and hearts agree
Where a dreadful storm it did arise and the stormy wind did blow.        To protect the lives and liberties of the mother country.

The Ramely she left us, she could no longer stay                         At four o'clock that evening he brought that fleet in sight
And by distress of weather from us she bore away.                        And like undaunted heroes we were eager for the fight.
When she arrived at Gibraltar they told the people so                    They were lying at an anchor near the Egyptian shore,
How they thought we were all lost on the Bay of Biscay-O.                Superior to the British fleet, and to take us they made sure.

Kind heaven did protect us, it was not quite so bad:                     Our noble captain he was slain soon after we began;
First we lost our foremast, and then we lost our flag.                   Brave Cuthbert in succession he boldly took command.
And then we lost our mainmast, one of our guns also,                     For four full hours that evening we engaged them on the main,
And the men, we lost ten on the Bay of Biscay-O.                         And early the next morning we renewed the fight again.

When the mainmast started, it gave a dreadful stroke,                    Full fifty seamen we had slain, which grieved our hearts full sore.
In our starboard quarter, a large hole did it broke.                     Two hundred more were wounded, lay bleeding in their gore.
Then the seas came battering in, our guns soon overflow                  But early the next morning most glorious to see
So boldly she plowed it on the Bay of Biscay-O.                          Our British ships of war, brave boys, were crowned with victory.

The night being dark and dreary, at twelve o'clock that night            And now the fight is over and we have gained the day
Our captain on the forecastle he was killed then outright.               Nine sails we took and four we burnt, the rest they ran away.
The ring upon his finger in pieces burst in two.                         But when we come home to England, so loudly we will sing,
There he laid until next day when we overboard him threw.                "Success to our Majesty, boys, and long live George the King!"

The storm it being abated, we rigged up jury mast
And steered it for Gibraltar, where we arrived at last.
They said it was a dismal sight as ever they did know.
There was naught to drink but wine, with which we drowned all our woe.

17. A New Sea Song (Sweethearts and Wives)                              18. Pleasant and Delightful
Many old sea songs exist today only on paper, having been printed       We weren‟t able to track down the origins of this song, but some
and sold on shore as “broadside ballads.” The tune was usually well     believe it might have been a music hall song. We‟ve chosen to
enough known that those who bought the broadside could                  present it with an ironic slant to it, imagining that Nancy is not
immediately sing it. Many are lost to our century, however, so we       William‟s only true love.
used a major key version of Spanish Ladies for this fine song. It
brings to mind the old sailor‟s toast, “To our sweethearts and wives!   It was pleasant and delightful one midsummer's morn,
May they never meet.”                                                   When the fields and the meadows were all covered in corn,
                                                                        And the blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green spray,
Our bosun calls out for his bold British heroes:                        And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day.
Come listen a while to what I do sing.                                  And the larks they sang melodious
Let every man toss off his full bumper,                                 And the larks they sang melodious
And drink a good health unto George our king.                           And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day
And drink a good health to Suke, Moll and Kitty;
With mirth and good liquor we‟ll lead merry lives.                      A sailor and his true love were a'walking that day.
We will not be afraid to kiss or to venture                             Said the sailor to his truelove, “I am bound far away
On Saturday night to our sweethearts and wives.                         I am bound for the East Indies where the load cannons roar
                                                                        I must go and leave my Nancy, she's the girl that I adore.”
Our ship she‟s in harbor, brought safe to an anchor;                    (as above)
The boats are „longside, they begin for to throng.
The girls that are in them are crying for husbands;                     Then the ring from off her finger she instantly drew
The one sings out, “Jemmy!” the other calls, “John!”                    Saying, “Take this my dearest William and my heart will go too.”
While another bawls out, “Where is my dear Harry?                       And whilst they stood embracing tears from her eyes fell,
If I do not see him, may I never thrive.”                               Saying, “May I go along with you?” “Oh, no, my love, farewell.”
„Longside of these girls you may lie but not marry
On Saturday night to our sweethearts and wives.                         “So it's fare thee well my Nancy, I can no longer stay,
                                                                        For the topsail is hoisted and the anchor aweigh,
Our ship she‟s unrigged, all ready for docking;                         And the ship lies awaiting for the next flowing tide;
Straightway on board of those hulks we repair,                          And if ever I return again, I will make you my bride.”
Where we work hard all day and at night go a-kissing:
Jack Tar is safe moored in the arms of his dear.
Straightway to the town of Venus we‟ll venture
Our spirits to freshen, our bodies to thrive.
We will not be afraid to kiss nor to venture
On Saturday night to our sweethearts and wives.

Our ship she‟s all rigged and ready for sea, boys;
The girls that‟s on board they begin to look blue.
The boats are „longside for to take them on shore, boys;
Says one to the other, “Girls, what shall we do?”
Then we put to sea with a fresh-blowing breeze, boys,
And through the foaming white billows do roar.
We paid off all debts with the flying fore-topsail,
Bid adieu to these girls and the rogues on the shore.

Now we are on the seas, like bold hearts of thunder,
Now we are on the seas, we‟ll rant and we‟ll roar.
We will make all them Frenchies and Spaniards knock under
When our two-and-thirties begin for to roar.
For to handle their dollars my fingers are itching;
If I don‟t be at them may I never thrive.
We will not be like misers to hoard up our riches,
But we‟ll spend them on shore with our sweethearts and wives.

19. Captain Barton’s Distress on the Lichfield                         21. The Shannon and the Chesapeake
This is one of the forecastle songs O‟Brian‟s characters Jack and      In Fortunes of War, Aubrey and Maturin find themselves on board
Stephen sang one evening in their cottage by the Heath. The words      the HMS Shannon when she wins the first British engagement of
survive in a broadside published in 1760, after Captain Mathew         the War of 1812, defeating the USS Chesapeake off Boston. This
Barton and his surviving crew members were ransomed by Britain         song was England‟s answer to an earlier American song that
after spending a year and a half as slaves in Morocco. No tune is      celebrated the Constitution’s victory (Isaac Hull, captain) over the
referenced in the broadside, so we borrowed the melody of another      Guerriere.
song of maritime disaster, The Silk Merchant’s Daughter. [The
original broadside has the subheading “being under Slavery             Now the Cheasapeake so bold sailed from Boston we've been told,
seventeen months and fourteen days”]                                   For to take the British frigate neat and handy-o!
                                                                       The people in the port all came out to see the sport,
Come all you brave seamen that ploughs on the main,                    And the bands were playing "Yankee Doodle Dandy-O!"
Give ear to my story so true to maintain,
Concerning the Lichfield that was cast away                            The British frigate's name, which for the purpose came
On the Barbary shore by the dawn of the day.                           To cool the Yankee courage neat and handy-o,
                                                                       Was the Shannon - Captain Broke, all her men were hearts of oak.
The tenth of November, the weather being fine,                         And at fighting were allowed to be the dandy-o.
We sailed from Kinsale, five ships of the line,
With two bombs and two frigates, with transports also,                  The fight had scarce begun ere they flinched from their guns,
We was bound unto Goree to fight our proud foe.                         Which at first they started working neat and handy-o.
                                                                        Then brave Broke he waved his sword, crying, "Now, my lads,
The twenty-ninth of November by the dawn of the light                  aboard,
We spied land that put us in a fright.                                  And we'll stop their playing 'Yankee Doodle Dandy-O.'"
We strove for to weather but we run quite aground;
The seas mountain high made our sorrow abound.                         They no sooner heard the word than they quickly jumped aboard,
                                                                       And hauled down the Yankee colors neat and handy-o;
Our masts we cut away our wreck for to ease,                           Notwithstanding all their brag, now the glorious British flag
And being exposed to the mercy of the seas,                            At the Yankee mizzen peak was quite the dandy-o.
Where one hundred and thirty poor seamen did die,
Whilst we all for mercy most loudly did cry.                           Here's a health, brave Broke, to you, to your officers and crew,
                                                                       Who aboard the Shannon frigate fought so handy-o;
Two hundred and twenty of us got on shore;                             And may it always prove, that in fighting and in love,
No sooner we landed but were stripped by the Moors,                    The British tar forever is the dandy-o.
Without any subsistence but dead hogs and sheep
That was drove on shore by the sea from the ship.

For seven days together with us did remain,
Our bodies quite naked for to increase our pain,
„Til some Christian merchant that lives in the land
Sent us relief by his bountiful hand.

Unto our fleet the same fate did share,
Then unto Morocco we all marched there,
Where they are captives in slavery to be
„Til old England thought proper for to set them free.

When the black king we all came before
He stroked his long beard, by Mahomet he swore,
“They are all stout and able, and fit for the hoe.
Pray to my gardens, pray let them go.”

We had cruel Moors our drivers to be.
By the dawn of the day at the hoe we must be
Until four o‟clock in the afternoon,
Without any remission, boys. Work was our doom.

If that you offer for to strike a Moor,
Straightway to the king they will have you before,
Where they will bastinade you „til you have your fill.
If that will not do you, blood they will spill.

So now in Morocco we shall remain
Until our ambassador cross the main,
Where our ransom he‟ll bring, and soon set us free,
And then to Gibraltar we will go speedily.

So now, my brave boys, to old England we‟re bound.
We will have store of liquors our sorrow to drown.
We will drink a good health. Success never fail.
Success to the bawds and the whores of Kinsale.

[Note: “to bastinade” is to beat the soles of the feet with a rod or

22. Distressed Men-of-war                                                   24. Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate
Peace has broken out, giving everyone in the ship cause to think            The cycle again complete, Jack Tar is “on the beach” once more.
about his prospects ashore. O‟Brian has Jack Aubrey sing this wry           This fine song conveys a sense of the camaraderie that existed
song in Post Captain. Printed in 1802, the words alone have                 among men who spent years together in the incredibly difficult
survived, so we matched them to a somewhat anachronistic melody,            conditions on board a man-of-war.
since it fit so well. [Note: “shining balls” refers to balls of shoe
blacking]                                                                   Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
                                                                            Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Says Jack, “There is very good news; there is peace by both land
and sea.                                                                    Chorus:
Great guns no more shall be used, for we all disbanded must be.”            Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack.
                                                                            Don’t forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
Says the admiral, “That‟s very bad news.” Says the captain, “My
heart it will break.”                                                       Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh,
The lieutenant cries, “What shall I do, for I know not what course          Jack.
for to take?”                                                               Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?

Says the purser, “I‟m a gentleman born. My coat is lined with gold          We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division.
And my chest is full of the same, by cheating of sailors so bold.”          Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission.

Says the doctor, “I‟m a gentleman too, I‟m a gentleman of the first         Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing,
rank.                                                                       Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring.
I will go to some country fair and there I‟ll set up mountebank.”
                                                                            When the middle watch was on and the time went slow, boy,
Says the steward, “I‟m sorry it‟s peace for I love my ships as my life,     Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy?
And by cheating of honest Jack Tar I have plenty of shiners so
bright.”                                                                    There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now.
                                                                            Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now.
Says the carpenter, “I have a chest, a chest of very good tools.
I will go to some country fair and there I‟ll sell three-legged stools.”    But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather.
                                                                            Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together.
Says the cook, “I will go to that fair and there I will sell all my fat.”
Says Jack Tar, “If I should meet you there, damn me, I‟ll pay you
for that.

“For don‟t you remember the time our topsail stuck close to the
And we all stuck fast in the sheet for want of some of that fat?”

Says the midshipman, “I have no trade, I have got my trade for to
I will go to St. James‟ Park Gate and there I‟ll set blacking of shoes.

“And there I will set all the day at everybody‟s call,
And everyone that comes by: „Do you want my nice shining balls?‟

Says Jack, “I will take to the road for I‟d better do that than do
And everyone that comes by I‟ll cry: „Damn you, deliver your