There once was a ship that put to sea And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her, a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go No line was cut, no whale was freed The captain's mind was not on greed But he belonged to the whaleman's creed She took the ship in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go For 40 days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew, and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go

I was nineteen when I came to town They called it the summer of love They were burning pages, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie Down on Cauldrum Street I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way Brown hair zig-zag around her face, a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes She said, young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent We could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said: Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We were camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should We were fighting more in those days and tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way

Oh, I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine I had a little stretch of land, along the western line But times were hard, and though I tried, the money wasn't there And bankers came and took my land and told me, "Fair is fair" I looked for every kind of job, the answer always, "No" "Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "We just let twenty go" The government, they promised me a measly little sum But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum And I said, "Who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone I'm going to be a pirate on the river Severn!" (Yarr! Yoo-hoo, whoo) And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores You'd think the other farmers would know that I'm at large But just the other day, I saw an unsuspecting barge I snuck up right behind them, and they were none the wiser I rammed their boat and sank it, and I stole the fertilizer! The bridge outside of Redwick spans a mighty river Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver 'Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hiding in the bay (ha-ha-arr) I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold And sail off with their hay And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores Well officer Robbie chased me, he was always at my throat But he followed on the shoreline cause he didn't own a boat But cutbacks were a-coming, and the copper lost his job And now he sails with us, and we call him Salty Rob A swinging sword, a skull and bones and pleasant company I'll never pay my income tax and screw the VAT (Screw it!) Sailing down to Thornbury, the terror of the sea If you wanna get to Tesco, boys, you've gotta get by me And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores Well pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here I hear that up in Yorkshire there's a band of buccaneers They roam around the Yorkshire dales from Smith to Beverley And you're bound to lose your flat cap if you have to pass their way Winter is a-coming, and a chill is in the breeze My pirate days are over if the rivers starts to freeze Well, I'll be back in springtime and now I've got to fly I hear there's lots if plundering down in the Isle of Wight And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (hey) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores And it's a-heave-ho-hi-ho Coming down the plains (whoop) Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains And it's a-ho-hey-hi-hey, farmers bar your doors When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores When you see the Jolly Roger on the Severn's mighty shores Hey

Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land And I paddle away from brave England's white sands To search for my long ago forgotten friends To search for the place I hear all sailors end As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind I'll search without sleeping 'til peace I can find I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea I remember the fallen, do they think of me? When their bones in the ocean forever will be Plot a course to the night to a place I once knew To a place where my hope died along with my crew So I swallow my grief and face life's final test To find promise of peace and the solace of rest As the songs of the dead fill the space of my ears Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea I remember the fallen, do they think of me? When their bones in the ocean forever will be When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand I shed a small tear for my home upon land Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes And my boat listed over and tried to capsize I'm this far from drowning, this far from the sea I remember the living, do they think of me? When my bones in the ocean forever will be Now that I'm staring down at the darkest abyss I'm not sure what I want, but I don't think it's this As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on I make sail for the dawn 'til the darkness has gone As the souls of the dead live for'er in my mind As I live all the years that they left me behind I'll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea I remember the fallen and they think of me For our souls in the ocean together will be I remember the fallen and they think of me For our souls in the ocean together will be

Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also But when you have killed And your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Elm, she hates mankind and waits, 'til every gust be laid To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn He'll take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Oh, do not tell the priest our plight For he would call it a sin But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in We bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn Sure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye No be say i no Sabi bomb Na maye no Dey gimme reply No be say I no grant Buh Woni Ose mi ni ooto Kirakita mi laye yi oo Maje o ja si asan Iwo loni kin bere Mode ti bere baba Maje nwa lasan Ooo yeeeh Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye Owo owo Apekanuko Tori kin ma ba jabo Ni mose kanuko Woni kin malo kin carry go Woni kin ma fi ese ko Pe tin ba ti to Aye eee Aye ee Omo to sun gutter si le ra ile ee Moma de moma de ee Moma de ibi ti moma de Coz No be say i no sabi bomb Na maye no dey gimme reply No be say i no sabi grant Buh woni ose mi ni ooto Kirakita mi laye yi oo Maje oo ja si asan Iwo loni kin bere Mode ti bere baba Majen wa lasan Oooo yeeeeeh Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye 247 lafin hustle ninu trenches As a trench kid Ruggedity is the best thing Shey you get me Abi make i yan you first thing Talk to your God Before you move to the next thing Igba ara lan bura Bosen gbawe ma gbadura To ba lowo wa eni kunra To ba sen rin koma fura Won so mogbo naso me i know Toriola nmo se waye Them say me I know I wan flex no be say i no Sabi boll I dey try no be say i no sabi bomb Ki pupa mi malo di blacky boy Kinma shana konma Pemi na ni sabi boy Kirakita mi laye yi oo Maje oo ja si asan Iwo loni kin bere Mode ti bere baba Majen wa lasan Oooo yeeeeeh Ahhh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye Ahh Aye Aye Aye Aye

We were young, And none of us know quite what to say, But the feeling moved Among us in silence anyway. Slowly we had made Quite a change-- Somewhere we had crossed a big line. Down upon our knees, We had tasted holy wine, And no one could sway us In a life time. Purer than the sky, Behind the rain. Falling down all around us, Calling out from a boundless love. Love had lit a fire; We were the flame. Burning into the darkness, Shining out from inside us. Not a word. And no one had to say we were changed. Nothing else we lived through Would ever be same the same, Knowing the truth That we had gained. Purer than the sky, Behind the rain. Falling down all around us, Calling out from a boundless love. Love had lit a fire; We were the flame. Burning into the darkness, Shining out from inside us. Stay with me. Make it ever new, So time will not undo, As the years go by, How I need to see That's still me. Falling down all around us, Calling out from a boundless love. Yeah... Burning into the darkness, Shining out from inside us. Purer than the sky, Behind the rain. Falling down all around us, Calling out from a boundless love. Love has lit a fire; I am the flame. Burning into the darkness, Shining out from inside us. Purer than the sky, Behind the rain. Falling down all around us, Calling out from a boundless love. (Ohh...) Love has lit a fire; I am the flame. Burning into the darkness, Shining out from inside us. Purer than the sky, Behind the rain. Falling down all around us, Calling out from a boundless love.

Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin Mother and Child Holy infant So tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night Holy night Shepherds quake At the sight Glory streams From heaven afar Heavenly hosts Sing alleluia Christ the Savior is born Christ the Savior is born