Lyrics
Oh I’ve been a seacook and I’ve been a clipperman,
I can dance I can sing I can walk the jib boom,
I can handle a harpoon and cut a fine figure, Whenever I get in a boat’s standing room.
Chorus: And we’ll rant and we’ll roar like trueborn young whalermen,
We’ll rant and we’ll roar in deck or below,
Until we see bottom inside the two sinkers,
Well straight up the channel to Huasca we’ll go.
I was in Talcahuano last year in a whaler,
I bought some gold brooches for the girls in the Bay,
I bought me a clay pipe they called it a meerscum,
It melted like butter on a hot shiny day.
I went to a dance one night in old Tumbez,
There was plenty of talents as much as you’d wish,
There was one pretty maiden a-chewing tobacco,
Just like an old kitten a-chewing fresh fish.
So here’s to the maidens of old Talcahuano,
And here’s to the maidens of far-off Maui,
And let you be marry don’t be melancholy,
I can’t merry youse all or in chokey I’d be.
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