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Thread #157373   Message #3714797
Posted By: Lighter
06-Jun-15 - 09:50 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Chanteys in the R.W. Gordon papers
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Chanteys in the R.W. Gordon papers
On August 6, 1928, Tom L. Mills of Fielding, N.Z., sent Gordon an undated feature article from the Glasgow Herald called "Sea Songs of the Capstan: A Link with Yesterday." It illustrates a typical lament for the lost romance of the sea with fragments of chanteys.

Some are unsingable in the form given, which suggests that the writer's source was trying to recreate something half forgotten. Otherwise the writer would surely have regularized them.


We want sailors bold who can work for their gold,
Heave away, cheerily, O! O!
And stand a good wetting without catching cold
As off to the South'ard we go, go!



We're outward bound from Glasgow Town,
Good-bye, fare ye well; good-bye, fare ye well.
We're outward bound from Glasgow Town
Hurrah, by boys, we're outward bound.


So man the good capstan and run it around,
Away Rio!
We'll haul up the anchor to this jolly old sound,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande.
And away Rio, away Rio!
Sing fare ye well, my bonny young gel,
For we're bound for the Rio Grande.


Hang, boys, hang;
I will hang and haul him over,
Hang, boys, hang,
From Calais on to Dover,
Hang, boys, hang.


I an chanty-man to the working party;
To my weigh, heigh, he, hoh, hay.
So, sing lads; pull, lads, so strong and hearty,
And sing hylo, my Ranzo, weigh.



Oh, Sally Brown's a bright mulatter,
Way-ay, roll and go!
She drinks rum and chews tobaccer,
And I'll spend my money on Sally Brown.


Oh, Sally Brown's a Creole lady,
Way-ay, roll and go!
She's the mother of a yeller baby,
And I'll spend my money on Sally Brown.


Santa Anna gained the day,
Hoorah, Santa Anna.
Santa Anna gained the day,
Along the plains of Mexico.
Hoorah, Santa Anna.
Poor old Santa's dead and gone,
Hoorah, Santa Anna.
We'll dig his grave with a silver spade,
Along the shores of Mexico.
Hoorah, Santa Anna.


There's a Yankee ship a-coming down the river,
Blow, boys, blow.
And Dirty Dick's her blushing skipper,
Blow, my bonny boys, blow!

[My note: "blushing" was a common written euphemism for "bloody."]


Ranzo was a ploughboy,
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo.
He shipped on board a whaler,
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo.
O-o-o, Reuben Ranzo-o-o!


Boney was a warrior,
O! ay, O!
Boney was a warriot,
John Franswa.
Boney broke his heart and died,
O! ay O!
Boney broke his heart and died,
O! ay, O! O!