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Farewell Shanty
Johnny Collins Dave Webber & Pete Watkinson Lyrics
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@Alexquints
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing
But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin
With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me newfound friends me money spens just as fast as winking
But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy says were leaving
Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy is a grieving
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
When the crypt comes round I'll take his pounds and his hand I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
@koriandyr
Some correction to the words previously posted...
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing
But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin'
With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winking
But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving
Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy isn't grieving
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
When the crimp comes 'round I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin'
I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea farin'
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
@DAL9000
Even more corrections:
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailin',
But I'll not stay another day -- I'd sooner be a-whalin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin'
With Judy Lee upon my knee and in my ear a-lyin'.
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winkin'
But when I make to clear the slate, the landlord says, "Keep drinkin'."
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
With me pay all gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leavin'
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grievin'.
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
When the crimp comes 'round, I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shakin'
Tomorrow morn, sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breakin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin'
I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea-farin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
@chrisramm1
One of the titles I had real pleasure sending to shops around the world when I worked for ARC Music Productions, had it on in the warehouse more than often with my personal copy.
@autumnmoore4043
You must be a real cool guy
@Alexquints
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing
But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin
With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me newfound friends me money spens just as fast as winking
But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy says were leaving
Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy is a grieving
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
When the crypt comes round I'll take his pounds and his hand I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
@rogermoore8972
Judy set for leavin
@spongebobsquarepants8403
Judy said "im leaving". Look this has many versions, theyre all different
@MrBenfitt
"crypt" is actually "crimp": a person who entraps or forces men into shipping as sailors or into enlisting in an army or navy. (Also Blokes, not Bloaks )
@koriandyr
Some correction to the words previously posted...
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing
But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin'
With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winking
But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving
Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy isn't grieving
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
When the crimp comes 'round I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin'
I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea farin'
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
@DAL9000
Even more corrections:
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailin',
But I'll not stay another day -- I'd sooner be a-whalin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin'
With Judy Lee upon my knee and in my ear a-lyin'.
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winkin'
But when I make to clear the slate, the landlord says, "Keep drinkin'."
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
With me pay all gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leavin'
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grievin'.
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
When the crimp comes 'round, I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shakin'
Tomorrow morn, sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breakin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin'
I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea-farin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
@bradbury1971
One of my favorites!
@John-zx7vk
Must be one of your greatest hits,, because my wife loves this song. I wish for more 😅