1. OLD MAUI

Tis a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow
'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With a good ship, taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka Sea
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Even now their big brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gale
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is a-waiting our return
I will rant and roar and row to shore
And paint them beaches red
Waking in the arms of a Wahine maid
With a big fat aching head

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui


2. KATIE, BAR THE DOOR

Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again
He's looking for a savior, he's looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in

When I was just a young'un, Sarah, came without a sound
She said this ship had sank and now many soldiers drowned
Said that, damn I met the Devil on the banks of hostelry
We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea

When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men were we, on the bastard of the sea
And the ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya

Has he cursed or damned you, or brought you to the well
Or had you shuck and sully seven miles below hell
For doomed trips and Coffin ships the smiling bastards lay
Counting out their pennies to spend another day

When I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hold
Of a prison ship bound for Australia
Many good men were we, on the bastard of the sea
And a ghost of a highwayman sails, her, ya

So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil's here again
He's looking for a savior, he's looking for a friend
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in


3. FIRE MARSHALL WILLY

When the night is cold and the hours are long
I think about good times now long since gone
But no memory pleases me more to recall
Than the night that dear Willy came out on a crawl

He was 18 for a few hours more
I fed him some whisky as he walked through my door
The sounds of a house-party rolled down the street
So we pounded our pilsner and leapt to our feet

he had his filling
Tequila swilling
he put out the flames
And it earned him the name
Fire Marshal Willy

Oh we led him away to the depths of the house
With Jose Cuervo and old famous Grouse
He took 15 shots in the blink of an eye
Fell under the porch by the barbecue side

And they told him just sit down instead
Don't touch that extinguisher shiny and red
But William was drunk as I'd ere seen a man
And so the insanity surely began

He had his filling
Tequila swilling
Oh he put out the flames
And it earned him the name
Fire Marshal Willy

10 minutes later he flashed me a smile
There wasn't combustion within 20 miles
He'd hosed every chap in the whole fucking place
And threw his cold water right in Justine's face

When the night is cold and the hours are long
I think about good times now long since gone
But no memory gives me more pleasure then
Than the night that dear Willy became a new man

He had his filling
Tequila swilling
He put out the flames
And it earned him the name
Fire Marshal Willy

He had his filling
Tequila swilling
Oh he put out the flames
And that earned him the name
Fire Marshall Willy


4. ANTARCTICA

Oh, the time is near upon us
And now we must away (Away, dear Molly)
For our coffer's lying empty
But a ship lies in the bay (Away, dear Molly)
Now the light is gone from the sky
A single white tear it falls from your eye
And when the morning light comes
Will be the last time that I see the sun

So haul away, Antarctica
So haul away, Antarctica

Oh, the Lord has many creatures
Great and small (Away, dear Molly)
And I'm off to put a spike
Into the greatest of them all (Away, dear Molly)
Where the wind's a white bar of light
And sailors can spend six months in the night
Where the ice is fast closing in
And all that is warm is a bottle of gin

Haul away, Antarctica
So haul away, Antarctica

Oh, the time has come upon us
And now we must away (Away, dear Molly)
For our coffer's lying empty
But a ship lies in the bay (Away, dear Molly)
If she's shite for back to the front
She'll bear us to hunt the gray and the blue
And when the moon's in the sky
Just pray me alive and back home to you

Haul away, Antarctica
So haul away, Antarctica


5. LEONARD COHEN

Well your liver's in disgrace, and heaven's in your face, turn to, turn to,
When you're down to fucking walking, your hands are in your pocket, turn to, turn to.

And your life is empty and black
For all those little things you lack!

The only way to find was go into your mind, turn to, turn to,
And can't be somebody else, now tell about yourself, turn to, turn to,

But the truth hangs standing here, like a knife,
You only get one shot at this life!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way,
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray,
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play,
Oh no, and so I choose, and it's not you!

And the one's you've left behind, end up tired, end up blind, turn to, turn to.
Well, they're living on the street, with their shadows on their feet, turn to, turn to.

Ah they drink, and they screw, and they fight,
And they sleep on the city streets at night!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way,
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray,
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play,
Oh no, and so I choose, and it's not you!

In a cold winter haze spent 17 days getting drunk at the Drake Motel,
The light is glowing softly now, I'll see you down in hell,
Never one for restrain, was never a saint, and you're nothing but a ghost in a shell,
The light is glowing softly now, I'll see you down in hell!

Ah you fade like ashes in a night,
And you're gone before the morning light!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way,
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray,
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play,
Oh no, and so I choose, and it's not you!


6. MARY THE ONE EYED PROSTITUE

We found her smoking merrily
In the Balmoral Hotel
And we knew she was our only
One-eyed Northern Belle
With Shamus up the mizzen-mast
And Willie at the head

Oh we set to sea
A 1, 2, 3!
A new fine wench in the cabin bed

The kraken rising from the depths below
He never counted on Mary, from the snow

The sea was rolling merrily
Round the shores of Bowen Isle
Ah, the Swedish Bastard sang a song
That made dear Mary smile
Then I gave the sailor's prayer, me boys
We roared out in the rain

And below the sea
A 1, 2, 3!
The monster heard our sad refrain

The kraken rising from the depth below
He never counted on Mary from the snow

Oh Mary, the one-eyed cherry
Dawson City, we loved her so
Oh Mary, the beast was angry
And you stood ready
With a mortal blow!

With arms the size of houses
They knocked us to and fro
We cursed out as the kraken
Made to drag us down below

And the last thing that I saw before
I screamed our last good-bye
Was the redhead whore
That we adored
With murder in
Her one good eye

The kraken rising from the depths below
He never counted on Mary from the snow

Oh Mary, the one-eyed cherry
Dawson City, we loved her so
Oh Mary, the beast was angry
And you stood ready
With a mortal blow!

The kraken rising from the depths below
He never counted on Mary from the snow

She was Mary, the one-eyed cherry
Dawson City, we loved her so
Oh Mary, the beast was angry
And you stood ready
With a mortal blow!

God rest your one-eyed soul


7. A RAMBLER'S LIFE

This time a bold young man, from the Banks of the Bann
Not eighteen years ago
Well he sucked up lies and spared goodbyes
And sailed to meet the fold

Well, I know the maids of Amsterdam
As fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee

Go!

Say nothing me boys, our smoke and our noise
Will be their black abyss
At the Battle of Old St. Vincent, boys
Says "Aye, to fuck with this!"

Well I know the girls of Westford Town
Are fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee

Oh where is Angelina?
Oh where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me!

See you look here, the navy has come!
A woman, taken by me
There's more in the clench of a fair young wench
Than a life of gallantry

Well I know the maids of Amsterdam
Are fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee

Oh where is Angelina?
Oh where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me

Right!

Go!

This time a bold young man, from the Banks of the Bann
Not eighteen years ago
Well he sucked up lies and spared goodbyes
And sailed to meet the fold

Well, I know the maids of Amsterdam
As fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee

Oh where is Angelina?
Oh where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me

Oh where is Angelina?
Oh where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me

Oh!


8. SONS OF MURPHY

The day is done and it's been too long
It's down to the pub where you belong
We know you're weary, tired and cold
We are the sons of Murphy

A net, the bait was off the tow
Two fine gentlemen don't you know
We are deterred at the rake and bow
We are the sons of Murphy

Shaking bottles to the floor
Are you drinking your worries out the door
And the sons will shout, drinks will pour (Hey)
This is what you're waiting for

Liam's the fiddler an' Carlin sings
Of all triangles and fiery rings
You hail along for you know one thing
We are the sons of Murphy

Fifteen pints, a Murphy's stout
Shots of Tullamore round the boat
You laugh an' sing and dance and shout
With all the sons of Murphy

Shaking bottles to the floor
Are you drinking your worries out the door
And the sons will shout, drinks will pour (Hey)
This is what you're waiting for

Ah Jimmy's me name and if I'm right
Your antiquity's gone from sight
And now it's time to say goodnight
To all the sons of Murphy

So when the day's been tired and long
It's down to the pub where we belong
And that's the end of this poxy song
We are the sons of Murphy

Shaking bottles to the floor
Are you drinking your worries out the door
We know your friend's the[will] drink no more (Hey)
And the sons will shout an' drinks will pour (Hey)
And that's why ??[The songs we'll shout and the drinks will pour]
This is what you're waiting for


9. ELIZABETH

Do you not see sir
I am a walking soldier
And the night is growing colder
And I am on my way back home
Where the fields run green
And it's not for hating
A wicked smile is waiting
Waiting for me this I know
Because an angel told me so

Elizabeth forever
Elizabeth forever

In the Belgian streets
It was an endless riot
And you will not deny it
To see my brothers laid so low
And the blood ran thick
Through the ancient forest
Or the ones who came before us
And it's always been the fucking same
The bullets whistled out her name

Elizabeth forever
Elizabeth forever

And I would walk
Across a thousand miles
And see the wicked smile
I'm in the finest gold and blue
So I say farewell
To the endless thunder
And now we shall not slumber
Until they tell the hands to rest
And the words burning to my chest

Elizabeth forever
Elizabeth forever

Elizabeth forever
Elizabeth forever


10. ROLL THE WOODPILE DOWN

Away down South where the cocks do crow
Way down in Florida
Them girls all dance to the old banjo
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world 'round
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Oh, what can you do in Tampa bay?
Way down in Florida
But give them yellow girls all your pay
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world 'round
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Them Cardiff girls ain't got no frills
Way down in Florida
They're skinny and tight as catfish gills
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world 'round
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Oh, why do them little girls love me so?
Way down in Florida
Because I don't tell all I know
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world 'round
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Oh, one more pull and that will do
Way down in Florida
For we're the boys to kick her through
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world 'round
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down


11. THE DREADNOUGHT

Oh, there is a flash packet
Flash packet of fame
She hails from New York
And the Dreadnought's her name
She's bound to the west
Where the stormy winds blow
All away to the westward
In the Dreadnought we'll go
Derry down, down, down derry down

With the gale at her back
What a sight does she make
A skippin' so merry
With the west in her wake
Her sailors like lions
On the jacks to and fro
She's the Liverpool packet
Oh, Lord let her go
Derry down, down, down derry down

Now the Dreadnought's a-sailing
The Atlantic so wide
While the high roaring seas
Move along her black sides
With her sails tight as wires
And the Black Flag to show
All away to the Dreadnought
To the westward we'll go
Derry down, down, down derry down

Here's a health to the Dreadnought
And all her brave crew
To bold captain Willy
His officers too
Talk about your flash packets
Swallowtail, Black Ball
The Dreadnought's the flyer
That out sails them all
Derry down, down, down derry down