Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

As I went walkin' down London Road, I come to Paddy West's house,
He gave me a meal of American hash and he said it was Liverpool scouse,
He said, “There's a ship, she's wantin' hands, and on her you must sign,
Oh, the mate's a bastard, the bosun's worse, but she will suit you fine.”

Chorus (after each verse):
So take off your dungaree jacket, and give yourselves a rest,
And we'll think on them cold nor'westers that we had at Paddy West's.

 

Chorus:
I'm marchin' inland from the shore,
Over me shoulder I'm carryin' an oar,
When someone asks me "What is that funny thing you've got?"
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more, no more,
Then I know I'll never go to sea no more.

Lord Nelson knew the perfect way to cure your mal-de-mere,
And if you pay attention, his secret I will share,
To any sea-sick sailor he'd give this advice for free,
If you're feeling sea-sick, sit underneath a tree.

Columbus he set sail to find out if the world was round,
He kept on sailing west until he ran aground,
He thought he'd found the Indies, but he found the U.S.A.
I know some navigators who can still do that today.

Drake is in his hammock, and a thousand miles away,
Grenville's Revenge is at the bottom of the bay,
Manys the famous sailor never came home from the sea,
Just take my advice, Jack, come and follow me.

So, sailor take a warnin' from these men of high renown,
When you leave the ocean and it's time to settle down,
Never cast your anchor less than ninety miles from shore,
There'll always be temptation to be off to sea once more.

 

So lay out a new course, North, South, East or West,
Make weigh your anchor, sail on your last quest,
Steer for the one port you're sure to find rest,
Lay alongside with all skill,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill.

 

WHEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside;
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And the steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And the trunks begin to slide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,
Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
You're "Fifty North and Forty West!"

 

And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born, we're bound for South Australia
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia

 

So come all of you hard weather sailing men who round the Cape of Storms,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away,
O be sure your boots and oilskins on or you'll wish you've never been born,
Heave away my Johnny boy, we're all bound to go.

 

With one hundred seamen he sailed away
To the frozen ocean in the month of May
To seek a passage around the pole
Where we poor seamen do sometimes go

Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through

 

Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal--the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.

Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!
And the yelping dog-teams go;
And the long whips crack, and the men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!

We tracked our seal to his secret place,
We heard him scratch below,
We made our mark, and we watched beside,
Out on the edge of the floe.

We raised our lance when he rose to breathe,
We drove it downward--so!
And we played him thus, and we killed him thus,
Out on the edge of the floe.

Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood,
Our eyes with the drifting snow;
But we come back to our wives again,
Back from the edge of the floe!

Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!
And the loaded dog-teams go;
And the wives can hear their men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe!

 

Our harpoon struck and the line played out,
With a single flourish of his tail,
He capsized the boat and we lost five men,
And we did not catch the whale, brave boys,
And we did not catch the whale.

The losing of those five jolly men,
It grieved the captain sore,
But the losing of that fine whalefish
Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
Now it grieved him ten times more.

 

When Jonah sank into the sea he closed his eyes and prayed,
“Oh Lord I’m very sorry that your word I’ve disobeyed,
“If you will only come and save me I will do as you command,
“Instead of treading water let me tread upon the land.”

Go down, Jonah, deep in the ocean,
Go down, Jonah, far from the shore,
Go down, Jonah, deep in the ocean,
Go down, Jonah, far from the shore,

When Jonah had repented him the Lord he didn’t fail,
Although the sea was tropical he sent along a whale,
It promptly swam right up to Jonah and its mouth was open wide,
Before he’d even noticed it poor Jonah was inside.

Go down, Jonah, deep in the ocean,
Go down, Jonah, far from the shore,
Go down, Jonah, deep in the ocean,
Go down, Jonah, far from the shore.

And after swimming very hard for three days if not four,
The whale came near to Nineveh and ground on the shore,
Whereat it gave a little shudder as its jaws were widely flung,
And Jonah came a-strollin’ out upon its mighty tongue.

Go down, Jonah, deep in the ocean,
Go down, Jonah, far from the shore,
Go down, Jonah, deep in the ocean,
Go down, Jonah, safe once again on the shore.

 

Go down Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
When Israel was in Egypt land
Let my people go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand
Let my people go!

 

Bismillah...
No! We will not let you go!

 

It's of a merchant's daughter brought up in Callao
Hurrah, me yaller girls, doodle let me go
She took me in the parlour and said, “Won't you be my boy?”
Hurrah, me yaller girls, doodle let me go
Doodle let me go, me girls, doodle let me go,
Hurrah, me yaller girls, doodle let me go

 

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day...
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A.
I really want to...come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy...American boy...

 

Well she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
Yeah, an d if she had to die
Tryin' she had one little promise
She was gonna keep
Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

 

Tele-vee-shun! Tele-vee-shun!
(I'm sick of it.)
Tele-vee-shun! Tele-vee-shun!

Hey Mr. General Public, do you realize
That we've got a generation here of staring eyes?
The women never bother getting housework done
They just sit around gawking at tele-vee-shun.

The kiddies never run and playing out of doors
On top of that, they never reading books no more.
You ask them, "Who the father of our country, mon?"
They say was either Walt Disney or Ed Sullivan.

Oh, Tele-vee-shun! Tele-vee-shun!
I'm-a-sick from-a looking on tele-vee-shun!
I've got a weak in the eyes,
Weak in the head, likewise,
From sitting and looking on tele-vee-shun!

 

The most important thing we’ve learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set–
Or better still, just don’t install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone’s place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they’re hypnotised by it,
Until they’re absolutely drunk
With all the shocking ghastly junk.

 

And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary

 

Chorus:
Yestre'en the Queen had four Marys,
Tonicht she'll hae but three,
There was Mary Seaton and Mary Beaton,
Mary Carmichael and me.

Oh little did my mother think,
The day she cradled me,
The lands I was tae travel in,
The death I was tae dae.

Chorus:

Oh tie a napkin round my e'en,
No let me see to dae,
And send nae word tae my dear mother.
Who's far awa' o'er the sea.

Chorus:

But I wish I could lie in oor ain kirk yard,
Beneath yon old oak tree,
Where we pulled the rowans, and strung the gowans
My brothers and sisters and me.

Chorus:

But why should I fear a nameless grave,
When I've hopes for eternity?
And I'll pray that the faith o' dying quick,
Be given through grace to me.

Chorus:

 

Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
'Twas grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace shall lead me home

 

So now I'm home, home again with you
You chase the clouds away, whenever I am blue...

 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.

 

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

 

Drip, drip, drop,
Little April shower,
Beating a tune,
As you fall all around.

Drip, drip, drop,
Little April shower,
What can compare,
To your beautiful sound.

 

The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
The itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again