Lyrics

From Bay Bulls Harbour we set sail, The wind was blowing a devil of a gale; All our ring tails set and our bafflin' is in peak, And our dolphin striker's ploughing up the deep. With a big bow wow, Tow row row, Fol dee rol dee ride all day. Our captain he comes up from down below, He looks aloft and he looks alow; He looks alow and he looks aloft, Sayin' let's coil those ropes, boys, fore and aft. With a big bow wow, Tow row row, Fol dee rol dee ride all day. And back to his cabin he quickly crawls, And unto the steward he loudly bawls; Go and get me a drink that'll make me cough, For it's better weather here than it is up aloft. With a big bow wow, Tow row row, Fol dee rol dee ride all day. It's we poor sailors standin' on the deck, With the blasted rain pourin' down our necks; And not a drop of grog will he to us afford, And he damns our eyes with every other word. With a big bow wow, Tow row row, Fol dee rol dee ride all day. It's just one thing we sailors crave, For him to find a watery grave; We'll shove him down in a dark deep hole, Where the sharks will have his body, And the devil take his soul! With a big bow wow, Tow row row, Fol dee rol dee ride all day. With a big bow wow, Tow row row, Fol dee rol dee ride all day.
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