Who here drinks at the sea port?
One last time before we go to sea
Who here drinks at the sea port?
I tell you, sir, indeed I do

Bound away next morning
Bound for old cape horn again
Who here drinks at the sea port?
I tell you, sir, indeed I do

Who here drinks at Jules Mae?

Who here drinks at St. Andrews?

etc…

Oh tell me master stevedore, how you stow your cargo?
    Way-hay-hay sing Sunnydore
Oh tell me master stevedore, how you store your cargo?
    Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunnydore

So booch free me bully boys, a burton in the archway
    Way-hay-hay sing Sunnydore
Said booch free me bully boys, a burton in the archway
    Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunnydore

Oh Trinidad, Oh Trinidad you pretty little harbour
Trinidad, Oh Trinidad you pretty little harbour

What will you do with Sunnydore if ever you should find her
Roll her in the grass my boys, all among the clover

Well tell me mister barber, how do you shave your customers?
I take ’em by the noses and scrape ’em neath the chin-e-os

So hoist em high, an let em dry, the old man’s all in clover
Said hoist em high, an let em dry  come rock an roll me over

So tell me mister stevedore, how you stow your cargo?
Oh Tell me mister stevedore how you store your cargo?

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunnydore
– down Trinidad to look for Sunnydore
– down Trinidad to look for Sunnydore

(I start this on D4, G4)

A soldier and a sailor was a'walking one day
Said the soldier to the sailor
I will teach you to pray
And if we have one prayer
May we also have ten
May we have a bloody litany
Said the sailor Ah-men
    May we have a bloody litany
    May we have a bloody litany
    May we have a bloody litany
    Said the Sailor Ah-men

Now the first thing that we'll pray for
We shall pray for some beer
Oh glory, oh glory, that will bring us good cheer
And if we have one pint
May we also have ten
May we have a bloody brewery
Said the sailor Ah-men
    May we have a bloody brewery (x3)
    Said the sailor Ah-men

Now the next thing that we'll pray for
We’ll pray for some cash
Oh glory, oh glory, we throw a big bash
And if we have one pound
May we also have ten
May we have the Bank of England
Said the sailor Ah-men
    May we have the Bank of England (x3)
    Said the sailor Ah-men

One more thing that we'll pray for
Is a company fine
A chorus of voices, not just yours and mine
And if we have one song
May we also have ten
May we have a shanty sing-a-long
Said the sailor Ah-men
    May we have a shanty sing-a-long (x3)
    Said the sailor Ah-men

Now the last thing that we’ll pray for
We will pray for some peace
From Norway to Chile
From China to Greece
And if we have one year
May we also have ten
May there never be another war
Said the sailor Ah-men
    May there never be another war
    Said the sailor Ah-men

From Port Hardy one morning I cast off my line
The sea was all smooth and the weather just fine
And for Castle Rock, I was headed away
To where the coho flash silver all over the bay
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay

It was just before dawn when I reached the fish ground
So I lowered my poles and I let my lines down
I lit up my pipe and I waited and prayed
To see the Coho flash silver all over the bay
See the Coho flash silver all over the bay

Well the sun came up shining and so did the fish
All the bells were ringing, what more could I wish,
And the gurdies were humming, I was making it pay
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay

Well they bit all that morning ’til just after noon
They’re so hungry they’d strike at an old leather shoe,
This must be heaven, to myself I did say
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay

When I tied up that night they asked “How did you do?”
And I showed them silver darlings, two-hundred and two
They said, You’re high liner, the best here today,
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay

Now there’s doctors and lawyers and bankers and more
Your wheelers and dealers with big deals galore
But let me be a troller and king for a day
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay
Where the Coho flash silver all over the bay

Roud 4746

I've traveled all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled
And I have been frequently sold
    And I have been frequently so-o-old
    And I have been frequently sold
    I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled
    And I have been frequently sold!

For one who gained riches by mining
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that was sure
    The only pursuit that was su-u-ure
    The only pursuit that was sure
    I made up my mind to try farming
    The only pursuit that was sure!

So, rolling my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
And started one morning to shank it
For the country they call Puget Sound
    For the country they call Puget Sou-ou-ound
    For the country they call Puget Sound
    I started one morning to shank it
    For the country they call Puget Sound!

Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found the land shrouded in fog
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hairs on the back of a dog
    Thick as hairs on the back of a do-o-og,
    Thick as hairs on the back of a dog
    And covered all over with timber
    Thick as hairs on the back of a dog!

I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil
For six years I chopped and I labored
But I never got down to the soil
    But I never got down to the soi-oi-oil
    I never got down to the soil
    For six years I chopped and I labored
    But I never got down to the soil!

I tried to get out of the country
But poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away
    Then nothing could drive me away-ay-ay
    Then nothing could drive me away!
    Until I became an old settler
    Then nothing could drive me away!

And now that I'm used to the climate
I think that if a man ever found
A place to live easy and happy,
That Eden is on Puget Sound
    That Eden is on Puget Sou-ou-ound,
    That Eden is on Puget Sound
    A place to live easy and happy
    That Eden is on Puget Sound!

No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
As I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams
    Surrounded by acres of cla-a-ams
    Surrounded by acres of clams
    As I think of my pleasant condition
    Surrounded by acres of clams!

Traditional Folk
Variant 2025

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Fare thee well, my Juliana
    Shallow, oh, shallow brown
Fare thee well, my Juliana
    Shallow, oh, shallow brown

For I'm bound away to leave you
Yes I'm bound away to leave you

Going to ship on board a whaler
Going to ship on board a whaler

And it's shallow in the morning
Just as the day was dawning

Yes, our packet leaves tomorrow
And it fills me heart with sorrow

For I’m bound away to leave you
But I never will deceive you

O you are me only treasure
And I love ye still full measure

Fare thee well, my Juliana
And it’s goodbye, my Juliana

Oh the rain, it rains all day long
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley
And the northern wind, it blows so strong
Bold Riley-o has gone away

Goodbye my sweetheart, goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley
Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o has gone away

Well, come on Mary, don’t look so glum
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley
Come white stocking day you’ll be drinking rum
Bold Riley-o has gone away

Goodbye my sweetheart, goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley
Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o has gone away

We’re outward bound for the Bengal Bay
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley
Get bending, my lads, it’s a hell of a way
Bold Riley-o has gone away

Goodbye my sweetheart, goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o, Bold Riley
Goodbye my darling, goodbye my dear-o
Bold Riley-o has gone away

by Bob Watson

Lyrics referenced from The Stranded Wailers:
https://www.thestrandedwailers.com/mollymauk

Now the southern ocean is a lonely place
The storms are many and the shelter’s scarce
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

Over troubled waters and the restless skies
You’ll see those mollymauks rise and dive
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird
Ride the wind and go, mollymauk
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

Now the mollymauk glides on them great, white wings
And lord, what a lonesome song he sings
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

He’s got no compass and he’s got no gear
And nobody knows where the mollymauk steers
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird
Ride the wind and go, mollymauk
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

He’s the ghost of a sailor, or so I’ve heard say
His body had sank and his soul flew away
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

He’s got no haven and he’s got no home
Bound evermore to wheel and roam
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird
Ride the wind and go, mollymauk
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

When I gets too old and I sail no more
Set me adrift far away from shore 
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

You can cast me loose and set me free
I’ll  keep that big bird company
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn

Won’t you ride the wind and go, white seabird
Ride the wind and go, mollymauk
Down upon the southern ocean, sailing
Down below Cape Horn