The Sailor Likes His Bottle, Oh
cho: So early in the morning,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh.:
The Mate was drunk, and he went below,
To take a swig of his bottle, oh.
A bottle of rum, and a bottle of gin,
And a bottle of Irish whiskey, oh.
His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
Tobaccio, tobaccio,
The sailor loves tobaccio,
A cut of the plug, and a cut of the swiss,
And a cut of hard tobaccio,
His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
The maidens, oh, the lassies, oh,
The sailor loves the Judys, oh,
A gal from the poo (?) and a gal from the Tyne
And a chalice (?) so fine and dandy, oh.
His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
A bloody rough house, a bloody rough house,
The sailor loves a roughhouse, oh,
A kick in the poo (?) and an all-hands-in,
A bloody good rough-and-tumble, oh,
His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
A song of war, a song of love,
A ditty of seas and shipmates, oh,
His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
(Two-pull Halyard Shantey)
JY
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!