Thy Harbour Inn

Now we are ready to sail for the horn Weigh hey, roll and go! Our boots and our clothes Boys, are all in the pawn To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! Heave a pawl, o heave away Weigh hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board And the cable's all stored To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! Soon we'll be warping Her out through the locks Weigh hey, roll and go! Where the pretty young girls All come Down in their frocks To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! Heave a pawl, o heave away! Weigh hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board And the cablе's all stored To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! Come brеast the bars Bullies, heave her away Weigh hey, roll and go! Soon we'll be rolling her Down through the Bay To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! Heave a pawl, o heave away! Weigh hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board And the cable's all stored To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! We're outward bound for Vallipo Bay Get crackin', me lads, it's a hell of a way! To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh! Heave a pawl, o heave away! Weigh hey, roll and go! The anchor's on board And the cable's all stored To be rollicking Randy Dandy-Oh!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026

And it's all for me grog Me jolly, jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco For I spent all me tin On the lassies drinkin' gin Far across the restless ocean I must wander Where are me boots Me noggin, noggin boots? They're all gone for beer and tobacco For the heels they are worn out And the toes are kicked about And the soles are looking For better weather And it's all for me grog Me jolly, jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco For I spent all me tin On the lassies drinkin' gin Far across the rеstless ocean I must wander Whеre is me shirt Me noggin, noggin shirt? It's all gone for beer and tobacco For the sleeves they are worn out And the tail is turn about And the collar‘s lookin' out For better weather And it's all for me grog Me jolly, jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco For I spent all me tin On the lassies drinkin' gin Far across the restless ocean I must wander I'm sick in the head And I haven't been to bed Since first I came ashore With me plunder Well I spent all me dough On the lassies don't you know Far across the restless ocean I must wander And it's all for me grog Me jolly, jolly grog It's all for me beer and tobacco For I spent all me tin On the lassies drinkin' gin Far across the restless ocean I must wander

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 18, 2026

Kind friends and companions Come join me in rhyme Come lift up your voices In chorus with mine Come lift up your voices All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again Here's a health to the company And one to my lass Let's drink and be merry All out of one glass Let's drink and be merry All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again Here's a health to the wee lass That I love so well For style and for bеauty There's none can еxcel There's a smile on her countenance As she sits upon my knee There is no man in this wide world As Happy as me Here's a health to the company And one to my lass Let's drink and be merry All out of one glass Let's drink and be merry All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again Our ship lies at anchor She is ready to dock I wish her safe landing Without any shock And if ever I should meet you By land or by sea I will always remember Your kindness to me Here's a health to the company And one to my lass All out of one glass Let's drink and be merry All grief to refrain For we may or might never All meet here again

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026

I thought I heard the Old Man say Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Tomorrow you will get your pay And it's time for us to leave her Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high Leave her, Johnny, leave her! She shipped it green and none went by And it's time for us to leave her Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For thе voyage is long And the winds don't blow And it's time for us to lеave her I hate to sail on this rotten tub Leave her, Johnny, leave her! No grog allowed and rotten grub And it's time for us to leave her Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long And the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her We swear by rote for want of more Leave her, Johnny, leave her! But now we're through So we'll go on shore And it's time for us to leave her Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long And the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long And the winds Don't blow And it's time for us to leave her

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026

It's a damn tough life Full of toil and strife We whaler-men undergo And we don't give a damn When the gale is done How hard the Winds did blow For we're homeward bound From the Arctic ground With a good ship, taut and free And we won't give a damn When we drink our rum With the girls Of old Maui With the girls Of old Maui Once more we sail With the northerly gale Through the ice and wind and rain Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands We soon shall see again Six hellish months we've passed away On the cold Kamchatka sea But now we're bound from thе Arctic ground Rolling down to old Maui Rolling down to old Maui, me boys Rolling down to old Maui We're homеward bound From the Arctic ground Rolling down to old Maui Once more we sail with the northerly gale Towards our island home Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done And we ain't got far to roam Our stu'n's'l booms is carried away What care we for that sound? A living gale is after us, thank God We're homeward bound! Rolling down to old Maui, me boys Rolling down to old Maui We're homeward bound From the Arctic ground Rolling down to old Maui How soft the breeze through the island trees Now the ice is far astern Them native maids, them tropical glades Is awaiting our return Even now their big brown eyes Look outhoping some fine day to see Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales rolling Down to old Maui Rolling down to old Maui, me boys Rolling down to old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to old Maui

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026

The thought goes to the Spanish gold It makes a man so brash and bold The sea is quiet we are waiting for Another prey to hunt again Skull and bones The armed hand of the delvil’s son In the blue sea Raise the flag The jolly roger up to the sky The time is right Skull and bones on the horizon It’s black like pitch and black like death No escape surrender or fight And fear is the feeling That rages in their eyes Oh Oh we are the black flag Oh Oh the curse to the end Oh Oh we are the black flag Oh Oh a tale that you can tell Skull and bones on the horizon It’s black like pitch and black like death No escape surrender or fight And fear is the feeling That rages in their eyes Oh Oh we are the black flag Oh Oh the curse to the end Oh Oh we are the black flag Oh Oh a tale that you can tell Oh Oh we are the black flag Oh Oh the curse to the end Oh Oh we are the black flag Oh Oh a tale that you can tell

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 18, 2026

Oh help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley Wey hey, bully in the alley Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley Bully down in Shinbone Al Now Sally is a girl in Shinbone Alley Wey hey, bully in the alley Sally is the girl that I spliced nearly Bully down in Shinbone Al I found by self out under three-oh Wey hey, bully in the alley I found by self with time so free-oh Bully down in Shinbone Al So! Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley Wey hey, bully in the alley Help me Bob, I'm bully in the alley Bully down in Shinbone Al And we'll roll the old chariot along We'll roll the old chariot along We'll roll the old chariot along And we'll all hang on behind Oh, we'd be alright If the wind's in ourselves We'd be alright If the wind's in ourselves We'd be alright If the wind's in ourselves And we'll all hang on behind And we'll roll the old chariot along We'll roll the old chariot along We'll roll the old chariot along And we'll all hang on behind Oh, we'd be alright If we make it 'round the horn We'd be alright If we make it 'round the horn We'd be alright If we make it 'round the horn And we'll all hang on behind And we'll roll the old chariot along We'll roll the old chariot along We'll roll the old chariot along And we'll all hang on behind Oh Santy Anno gained the day Away Santy Anno Oh Santy Anno gained the day All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico Them yaller skin girls I do adore Away Santy Anno With their shinin' eyes And their cold black hair All on the plains of Mexico Mexico, oh Mexico Away Santy Anno Mexico is a place I know All on the plains of Mexico When I was a little lad And so my mother told me Way, haul away We'll haul away, Joe That if I did not kiss the gals Me lips would all grow moldy Way, haul away We'll haul away, Joe Way, haul away The good ship is a-bolding Way, haul away We'll haul away, Joe Way, haul away The sheet is now unfold-ing Way, haul away We'll haul away, Joe! What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Early in the morning! There were two lofty ships From old England came Blow high, blow low and so sail we One was the Prince of Luther And the other Prince of Wales Cruisin' down the coast of High Barbary Look ahead, look-astern Look the weather in the lee! Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we I see a wreck to windward And a lofty ship to lee! A-sailing down along The coast of High Barbary Oh, are you a pirate or a man o' war? cried we Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we Oh no! I'm not a pirate But a man-o-war, cried he A-sailing down along The coast of High Barbary In Amsterdam there lived a maid Mark well what I do say! In Amsterdam there lived a maid And she was mistress of her trade I'll go no more a-roving With you fair maid! A roving, a roving Since roving's been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving With you fair maid! I asked this maid to take a walk Mark well what I do say! I asked this maid out for a walk That we might have some private talk I'll go no more a roving With you fair maid A roving, a roving Since roving's been my ru-i-in I'll go no more a roving With you fair maid!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026

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A man walks into a inn Out the dead of the night Threatens the entirety Of the island of Nassau He proceeds to remove A man’s head with a metal shoe Without fear and without second thoughts They use to call him Long John And say that he's seven foot tall He doesn't need any king No land can holds him No land, no man, no king, no one Long John Silver Every pirate will follow you Long John Silver the brave On the Walrus the hall of fame Long John Silver fearless He will kill with only one leg Long John Silver remains The quartermaster who leads the game He was tall and strong Cunning and smiling A reference figure for the crew And also for captain Flint Taking the pardon rolls He sends a signal to all the people Who have betrayed the pirate cause In that night They use to call him Long John And say that he's seven foot tall He doesn't need any king No land can holds him No land, no man, no king, no one Long John Silver Every pirate will follow you Long John Silver the brave On the Walrus hall of fame Long John Silver fearless He will kill with only one leg Long John Silver remains The quartermaster who leads the game They use to call him Long John And say that he's seven foot tall He doesn't need any king No land can holds him No land, no man, no king, no one Long John Silver Every pirate will follow you Long John Silver the brave On the Walrus the hall of fame Long John Silver fearless He will kill with only one leg Long John Silver remains The quartermaster who leads the game

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 12, 2026