(Cap D) Drunken sailors always favor To savor the flavor Of rum that they won From the fruits of their labors Braver from their greater Tolerance for them vapors Alcohol always falls At the root of their Capers What happens when they sawing log In a haze or a fog Face first in their grog? You gotta leave em with a mark cause they bein a wog! How dare they call them selves a great sea dawg Piss on their leg, pose em up on their peg Kick them off of their keg, crush their head like an Egg We don't tolerate debates cause your late Yet in a sad sorry state supposed to man your post by 8 (Chorus) What do we do with a drunken sailor You know we got them drunken sailors What we gonna do with them drunken sailors? Earl ae in the mornin? (Wake em up yo) (Admirality) Eeeeeeearly in the morning is when sailors get to Drinking In the Royal British Navy where the whiskey does the Thinking! Make haste to the waste when them mugs begin a clinking Yeah you pirates lack the bullocks for the bottles we Be sinking We're Steaming! The sun's up over the yardarm, Dreaming of the better times when we're becalmed When you don't know your name, and you smell like a Farm Time to pop another cork and do yourself some harm You may see fit to complain but we can sail when we're Tanked, Getting the job done while you boys be collapsing like Banks Pissed as rats but propped up in immaculate ranks (Chorus) (Sea Dawg) A drunken sailor, is there any other kind? Where we come from the sober are very hard to find Why else are we inclined to be so unkind We leave the daily grind behind and risk one eye goin' Blind Our style is here, albeit a bit belated, A fiery breeze in a field so saturated Yer sound can be drowned by the screams of others If the scurvy crew knocks ye down Ye might never recover So take cover Lest ye discover how Merciless we are On the battlefield, the card table, or the bar We don't give in, we never falter Not a man who serves with us will sniff the hempen Halter We'd rather die in battle instead, My men get paid unless they're swingin the lead, Fight with me and you'll lose at least a leg, Sorry I meant yer head Once I made a jury mast from the enemy's dead

Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman I've traveled East, I've traveled West, I've roamed from town to town I've cut the harvest down in Clare, met people of renown Where ever I went the welcome mat was always waiting me' So fill your glass along with us and old Ireland free Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman When I am gone some other place and my memories going dim Raise your glass and join the toast, invite the colleens in Then think about the good old times and you'll remember me When good old songs were roaring out and the porter flowing free Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman Come in, come in I'll do the best I can Come in, come in bring your whole bloody clan Take it slow and easy and I'll shake you by the hand Sit you down I'll treat you decent, I'm an Irishman

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound. And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town. But bad misfortune came o'er me, and caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band. Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. Well, I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to go very far, When I met with a frolicksome damsel. She was selling her trade in the bar. A watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right into my hand. Then the law came and put me in prison. Bad luck to her black velvet band! Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. Next morning, before judge and jury, for trial I had to appear. And the judge, he said "my young fellow, the case against you is quite clear. And seven long years is your sentence. You're going to Van Diemen's Land, Far away from your friends and relations. They follow the black velvet band." Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band. Now, come all ye jolly young fellows, I'll have you take warning by me. And whenever you're out on the liquor, my lads, beware of the pretty colleens. For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter, til you are not able to stand. And the very next thing that you know, my lads, you've landed in Van Diemen's Land. Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds. You'd think she was queen of the land, And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up with a black velvet band

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys Painted wings and giants's rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.

Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound, And many an hour sweet happiness I spent in that neat Little town. Till bad misfortune came o'er me that Caused me to stray from the land far away from me friends And relations did follow the black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Well I went out strolling one evening, Not meanin to go very far when I met with a fickle Young damsel she was sellin her trade in the bar. When I watched she took from a customer she slipped It right into my hand then the law came and put me In prison bad luck to her black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Next morning before judge and jury for trial I had To appear and the judge he says me young fellow the Case against you is quite clear and sever long years Is your sentence your goin to vandyman's land far away From your friends and relations did follow the black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take Warnin by me and when ever your out on the liquor me Lads beware of the pretty colleens for they'll fill You with whisky and porter till you are not able to Stand and the very next thing that you know me lads You've landed in vandyman's land. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band. Her eyes they shown like the diamonds you'd think she Was queen of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band.

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Put him in a long boat till his sober Put him in a long boat till his sober Put him in a long boat till his sober Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Put him in the bed with the captains daughter Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Thats what we do with a drunken sailor Thats what we do with a drunken sailor Thats what we do with a drunken sailor Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning!

I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are after her Rap at the door and ring on the bell Oh, my true love, are you well? Out she comes as white as snow Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes Wee Jenny Murray said she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? A-skipping she's the best of all She never slips, she never falls Double Dutch or Heel and Toe She's the one that steals the show When they all come out to play She's the one that leads the way And Albert Mooney's always there To see the girl with the golden hair I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she? Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come tumbling from the sky She's as nice as apple pie And she'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she comes home Let them all come as they well For it's Albert Mooney she loves still I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courtin', one, two, three Please won't you tell me who is she? I'll tell me ma, when I go home The boys won't leave the girls alone They pulled my hair, they stole my comb But that's all right 'til I go home She is handsome, she is pretty She is the Belle of Belfast City She is a courting one, two, three Please, won't you tell me, who is she?