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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The Pump Shanty (Tony Goodenough, altered lyrics by The Bilge Pumps)
The ocean we all do adore
So come on lads let's pump some more
Don't worry if you're stiff and sore
I'm sure we've pumped this bit before.
(Chorus)
Pump, me boys, pump her dry
Down to Hell, and up to the sky
Bend your backs and break your bones
We´re just a thousand miles from home.
They say life has its ups and downs
That really now is quite profound
I'd like to push the capstan round
But it's pump me boys before we drown.
The sailor swinging overhead
Must really think he´s one ahead
Wait ´til I find him in his bed
There´s many ways to make him dead
The Bosun´s whistle is a pain
He drives the crew damn near insane
We´ll stuff him in the scupper drain
And beat him with his whips and chains
I really like the First Mate´s whore
She opens and closes like a door
She´ll roll you ´til you´re stiff and sore
Then back on board to ask for more
I wish the Cabin Boy was here
I´ll give that boy a new career
I´ll tie him to this handle here
Then off to shore and find some beer
The captain is a drunken fool
His wits are limp just like his tool
I´d like to whack him with a rule
Just like we did in catholic school
This is the perfect job to think
I really now could use a drink
Maybe a daiquiri that´s pink
But if we stop the ship will sink.
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