Ranzo Well it's poor old Reuben Ranzo, Ranzo, boys, Ranzo! Yes it's poor old Reuben Ranzo. Ranzo, me boys, Ranzo! Ranzo was no sailor, He was a New York tailor He was a New York tailor Shanghai'd aboard a whaler They put him holy-stonin' And cared not for his groanin' They gave him lashes thirty Because he was so dirty. They gave him lashes twenty That's twenty more than plenty Ranzo nearly fainted When his back with oil was painted The captain gave him thirty His daughter begged for mercy She took him to her cabin And tried to ease his moanin' She gave him rum and water And a bit more than she oughter She gave him education And taught him navigation She made him the best sailor On board that New York whaler He married the captain's daughter And still sails on salt water He's known where'er the whalefish blow As the toughest bastard on the go Huzzah! For Reuben Ranzo Huzzah! For Captain Ranzo! BR
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