A-F
G-O
P-Z
Christmas
A Pirate Lullaby
All For Me Grog
Ar Fa La La Low
Auckland to the Bluff
Away, Rio!
Ballad of Captain Kidd, The
Ballad of Sam and Marie, The
Ballad of the Dread Pirate Neko, The
Banana Boat Pirates
Barrett's Privateers
Beer
Beggarman
Biddy McGrath
Bilge Pumps Birthday Song
Black & Tans
Black Ball Line, The
Blow the Man Down
Blow Ye Winds
Bonnie Ship the Diamond
Botany Bay
Cape Cod Girls
Captain's Daughter, The
Coast of High Barbary, The
Congo River
Danny Boy
Dark Lady, The
Day of the Clipper
Derelict, The
Donkey Riding
Drunken Sailor
Eliza Lee
Excursion Around the Bay
Farewell to Nova Scotia
Farmer, The
Final Trawl, The
Fire Maringo
Flying Cloud, The
General Taylor
Ghosts of Heroes
Grey Funnel Line
Gun Shanty, The
Haul Away Joe
Haul, Boys, Haul
Here's to the Morning Glory
Holy Ground
House of the Rising Sun, The
Isle of Tortuga, The
Isn't it Grand?
Itches In Me Britches
Johnny Jump Up
Larry Marr
Leave Her Johnny
Leaving of Liverpool
Linstead Market
Lowlands Low
Lowlands Low Round
Lucky Pierre
March of Cambreadth
Mary Ellen Carter, The
Mermaid, The
Mingalay Boat Song, The
Mrs. McGrath
Nancy Whiskey
Night Pat Murphy Died, The
Old Dun Cow
One More on a Dead Man's Chest
Osprey, The
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Blow Ye Winds (Traditional, alternate lyrics by David Ruffin)
I heard it said down Kingston way
And off in old Rio
There´s money and fightin´ to be had
If a-piratin´ ye go
(Chorus)
Blow ye winds in the mornin´
Blow ye winds, Hi-Ho
Clear away our running gear
And blow ye winds, Hi-Ho
We´ll load our guns with cannonballs
Our sails we´ll load with rum
And sure we´ll take a galleon
Before the week is done
The captain´s on the quarterdeck
The Bosun´s at the rail
Be careful where you step, me lads
I fear he´s missed the pail
The Cabin Boy is down below
And probably on his knees
The Gunner´s eatin´ lard and cheese
And helping with the breeze
The Surgeon´s got his saw in hand
And everybody hides
I know he´s drunk up all the rum
We should have left him tied
You see the Lookout´s way up top
And scratchin´ in his pants
I fear that swabbie´s got the crabs
I think it was in France
When we get home, our ship made fast
You´ll find us drinkin´ rum
And chasin´ wenches ´round the bar
I´d like to catch me one
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