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Tommys Gone to Hilo

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Tommys Gone to Hilo

My Tommy's gone, what shall I do?
     Away, Hilo!
My Tommy's gone, what shall I do?
     Tommy's gone to Hilo!

Now, Tommy's gone and I'll go too,
My Tommy's gone and I'll go too.

Now, Pull her up and show her clew,
We'll h'ist her up and show her clew.

One more pull and that will do. (2x)

Tommy's gone to Baltimore
And where they carry the cotton ashore.

Now, pull away my bully boys,
Oh, pull away and make some noise.

Now, Tommy's gone to Mobile Bay,
Tommy's gone to Mobile Bay.

A-screwin' cotton by the day (2x)

My Tommy's gone, they say to Bombay,
Tommy's gone, they say to Bombay.

From Doerflinger, Shanteymen and Shanteyboys
Note: Halyard Shantey. Hilo is really Ilo, a south Peruvian port
active in the guano trade. According to Hugill, invariably sung
High-Low.
RG

T:TONEBACK
Tone is Coming Back Again

(This song to a traditional air, has been popular in Ulster
since days of the United Irishmen.)


Cheer up, brave hearts, to-morrow's dawn will see us march again
Beneath old Erin's flag of green that ne'er has known a stain.
And ere our hands the sword shall yield or furled that banner be
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant's thraldom free!


For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare's Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!


Though crouching minions preach to us to be the Saxon's slave,
We'll teach them all; what pikes can do when hearts are true and brave.
Fling Freedom's banner to the breeze, let it float o'er land and sea
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant's thraldom free!


For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare's Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!


Young Dwyer mong the heath-clad hills of Wicklow leads his men;
And Russell's voice stirs kindred hearts in many an Ulster glen;
Brave Father Murphy's men march on from the Barrow to the sea
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant's thraldom free!


For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare's Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!


Too long we've borne with smouldering wrath the cursed alien laws,
That wreck our shrines and burn our homes and crush our country's cause;
But now the day has come at last; Revenge our watchword be!
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant's thraldom free!


For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare's Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o'er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!

@Irish @rebel
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