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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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Away, Rio! (Traditional)
The anchor is weighed and the sails they are set,
Away, Rio!
The maids we are leaving we'll never forget
For we're bound for the Rio Grande
(Chorus)
And it's away Rio! Away Rio!
So fare the well, my pretty young girl
And we're bound for the Rio Grande
So it's pack up your donkey and get under way,
The girls we are leaving can take our half pay.
We've a jolly good ship and a jolly good crew,
A jolly good mate and a good skipper, too.
We'll sing as we heave to the maidens we leave,
And you who are listening, goodbye to you.
Sing good bye to Nellie and good bye to Sue
And you who are listening, good bye to you
And good-bye, fare you well, all you ladies of town
We've left you enough for to buy a silk gown
Now you Bowery ladies we'd have you to know
We're bound to the south'ard, O Lord, let us go!
Heave with a will and heave long and strong,
Sing the good chorus, for 'tis a good song.
We'll sell our salt cod for molasses and rum
And get home again 'fore Thanksgiving has come
The chain's up and down, now the bosun did say,
Heave up to the hawsepipe, the anchor's aweigh.
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