Categorie: Jufferblocq

Zwavel en Salpeter

Waar was jij gisteravond mijn kind
Mijn jongen zo zuiver en fijn
Waar was jij gisteravond?
‘k moest werken tot na mihidernacht
ach moeder ik voel me zo week
Door zwavel ehen salpeter
Is mijn gelaat zo bleek
Wat hebt gij moeten maken mijn kind
Mijn jongen zo zuiver en fijn
Wat hebt gij moeten maken?
Vergif en gas en hehelse stank
ach moeder ik voel me zo week
Door zwavel ehen sapeter
Is mijn gelaat zo bleek
’t Vergif heeft u gegrepen mijn kind
mijn jongen zo zuiver en fijn
’t vergif heeft u gegrepen.
Dan maak ik gauw mijn tehestament
ach moeder ik voel me zo week
Door zwavel ehen salpeter
Is mijn gelaat zo bleek
Wat erven uwe vrienden mijn kind
Mijn jongen zo zuiver en fijn
Wat erven uwe vrienden?
De weg om naar ’t fabriehiek te gaan
Ach moeder ik voel me zo week
Door zwavel ehen salpeter
Is mijn gelaat zo bleek
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Zuiderzee ballade (Sylvian Poons)

Opa kijk, ik vond op zolder een foto van een oude boot.
Is dat nog van voor de polder, van die oude vissersvloot?
Jochie, dat is een gelukkie, ‘k was dat prentje jaren kwijt,
‘k Heb nou weer een heel klein stukkie van die goeie ouwe tijd.
Daar is het water, daar is de haven waar je altijd horen kon:
We gaan aan boord.
De voerman laat er nu paarden draven, en aan de horizon
Ligt Emmeloord.
Eens ging de zee hier tekeer, maar die tijd komt niet weer,
Zuiderzee heet nou IJsselmeer.
Een tractor gaat er nou greppels graven, ‘k zie tot de horizon
Geen schepen meer.
Kijk, die jongeman ben ikke, ja ikke was de kapitein.
Hiero, en die grote dikke, dat moet malle Japie zijn.
Opa, en die blonde jongen, vooraan, bij de fokkeschoot…,
Opa, zeg nou wat…, Die jongen, is je ome, die is dood.
In ’t diepe water, ver van de haven, In die novembernacht,
Voor twintig jaar.
Door ’t brakke water is hij begraven, Maar als ik nog even wacht
Zien wij elkaar.
Toen ging de zee zo tekeer, in een razend verweer,
Ongestraft sloeg niemand haar neer;
Nu jaren later hier paarden draven, Zie ik de hand en macht,
Van onze Heer.
Waar is het water, waar is de haven, Waar je altijd horen kon,
“we gaan aan boord”;
De voerman laat er zijn paarden draven, en aan de horizon,
Ligt Emmeloord.
Eens ging de zee hier tekeer, maar die tijd komt niet weer,
’t Water leit nou achter de dijk.
Waar eens de golven het land bedolven, Golft nu een halmenzee,
De oogst is rijp.
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The Wild Rover

I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year,
and I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
But now I’m returning with gold in great store,
and I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it’s no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more,
and I play the wild rover,
no, never, no more.
I went into an alehouse I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me ‘Nay,
saying custom like yours I can have any day’.
chorus
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said ‘I have whiskey and wines of the best,
And the words that I told you, were only in jest’.
chorus
I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done,
And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more.
chorus 2x
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Wieringen

Wie wil er mee naar Wieringen varen,
‘s morgens vroeg al in de dauw.
Met een mooi meisje van achttien jaren,
dat zo graag naar Wieringen wou?
Schipper ik hoor de hanen kraaien,
schipper ik zie de vlaggetjes waaien!
Stuurman laat je roer maar gaan,
dan zullen we spoedig op Wieringen staan.
Als we dan straks op Wieringen komen,
zien we zoveel boeren daar staan,
die er het spek met lepels vol eten,
je zou er wel om naar Wieringen gaan.
Refrein
Straks in de herberg ‘t Vergulde Poortje,
daar verkopen ze brandewijn.
Eén potje vol al om een oortje,
suiker en kaneel er bij.
Refrein
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White Wings (Written and sung by Banks Winter)

Sail! home, as straight as an arrow.
My yacht shoots along on the crest of the sea;
Sail! home, to sweet Maggie Darrow,
In her dear little home she is waiting for me.
High up! Where the cliffs they are craggy,
There’s where the girl of my heart waits for me!
Heigh! Ho, I long for you, Maggie,
I’ll spread out my “White Wings”
and sail home to thee.
Yo! ho, how we go! oh, how the winds blow!
Chorus.
“White Wings, they never grow weary.
They carry me cheerily over the sea;
Night comes, I long for my dearie,
I’ll spread out my White Wings, and sail home to thee.
Sail! home, to love and caresses,
When Maggie, my darling, is there at my side;
Sail! home, blue eyes and gold tresses,
The fairest of all is my own little bride.
Sail! home, to part from thee never,
Always together life’s voyage shall be;
Sail! home, to love thee forever!
I’ll spread out my White Wings and sail home to thee.
Yo! ho, how we go! oh, how the winds blow!
Chorus.

Whiskey, Johnny

1. Whiskey is the life of Man,
   Whiskey, Johnny!
   Oh, I’ll drink whiskey while I can:
   Whiskey for my Johnny!
2. Oh, whiskey is the life of man, Whiskey, Johnny!
   It always was since the world began: Whiskey for my Johnny!
3. Oh, whiskey straight and whiskey strong,
   If you gi’me some whiskey I’ll sing you a song:
4. If whiskey comes to near my nose,
   I tip it up and down she goes:
5. Whiskey took my brains away,
   One more pull, and then belay:
6. Whiskey makes me feel so sad,
   Whiskey killed my poor old Dad:
7. Whiskey makes me pawn my clothes,
   Whiskey gave me a broken nose:
8. I had a girl, her name was Lize,
   She puts whiskey in her pies:
9. Here comes the cook with the whiskey can,
   A gloss of grog for every man:
   10.A glass of grog for every man,
   And a bottle full for the shantyman:
   11.Oh Captain, Captain, will you tell me true,
   Will you tell me true where you get your crew:
   12.Come along there bullies, and pull with a will,
   We are almost through, but we can go it still:
   Whiskey for my Johnny!

Whiskey in the jar

As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting –
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying “Stand and deliver” for he were a bold deceiver
(Chorus:)
Mush-a ring dum-a do durn-u da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the yar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
(Chorus)
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure ’t was no wonder –
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Fanell to be ready for the slaughter
(Chorus)
And ’t was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
(Chorus)
There’s some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and otters take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
(Chorus)
And if anyone can aid me ‘t is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he’ll go with me, we’ll go rovin’ through Killkenney
And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my owu a-sporting Jenny
(Chorus) 2x

A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea

A Wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sail
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free –
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
Chorus:
Oh! Give me a wt sheet, a flowing sea,
And a wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sails
And bends the gallant mast.
“O for a soft and gentle wind!”
I heard a fair one cry:
But give to me the snoring breeze
And white waves heaving high;
And white waves heaving high, my lads,
The good ship tight and free –
The world of waters is our home,
And merry men are we.
Chorus:
There’s tempest in yon hornèd moon,
And lightning in yon cloud:
But hark the music, mariners!
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
The lightning flashes free –
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.
Chorus:

Wellerman

There once was a ship that put to sea
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down
Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go
She’d not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He’d take that whale in tow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale’s tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down low (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go
No line was cut, no whale was freed
The captain’s mind was not of greed
And he belonged to the Whaleman’s creed
She took that ship in tow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go
For forty days or even more
The line went slack then tight once more
All boats were lost, there were only four
But still that whale did go (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go
As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on
The line’s not cut, and the whale’s not gone
The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the captain, crew and all (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We’ll take our leave and go

Up She Goes

1. And he kissed her on the face – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   And he kissed her on the cheeks – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   No more, no more – We go to sea no more
   As soon as we reach the town tonight
   We’re leaving for the shore.
2. And he kissed her on the neck – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   And he kissed her on the lips – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   No more, no more – We go to sea no more
   As soon as we reach the town tonight
   We’re leaving for the shore.
3. And he kissed her on the arms – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   And he kissed her on the legs – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   No more, no more – We go to sea no more
   As soon as we reach the town tonight
   We’re leaving for the shore.
4. And he kissed her on the knees – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   And he kissed her everywhere – And the crew began to roar:
   Oh, oh, up she goes – We’re bound for Baltimore
   No more, no more – We go to sea no more
   As soon as we reach the town tonight
   We’re leaving for the shore.

Unst boat song

Starka virna vestalie,
Obadeea, obadeea.
Starka virna vestalie,
Obadeea monye.
Sterke winden uit het Westen,
Het wordt afzien, het wordt afzien.
Sterke winden uit het Westen,
Het wordt afzien mannen.
Stala, stoita stonga raer,
Oh, whit says du da bunschka baer;
Oh, whit says du da bunschka baer;
Litra mae vee, drengie.
Alle hens aan dek geroepen,
Reef het grootzeil, zet de stormfok;
Alle hens aan dek geroepen;
Als ze maar blijft drijven.
Saina papa wara,
Obadeea, obadeea,
Saina papa wara,
Obadeea, monye.
Laten we om bijstand vragen,
Het wordt afzien, het wordt afzien,
Laten we om bijstand vragen,
Het wordt afzien mannen
Tussenspel, daarna 2 keer, 1e keer zacht
2e keer krachtig.
Starka virna vestalie,
Obadeea, obadeea.
Starka virna vestalie,
Obadeea monye.
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Three score and ten

Me thinks I see a host of craft,
spreading their sails a-lee
As down the Humber they do glide,
all bound for the Northern Sea.
Methinks I see on each small craft,
a crew with hearts so brave
Going out to earn their daily bread
Upon the restless waves.
Chorus:
And it’s three score and ten
boys and men were lost from Grimsby town.
From Yarmouth down to Scarborough
many hundreds more were drowned.
Our herring craft, our trawlers,
our fishing smacks as well,
They long did fight that bitter night
And battled with the swell.
Me thinks I see them yet again,
as they leave the land behind
Casting their nets into the sea,
the fishing shoals to find.
Me thinks I see them yet again
they’re all on board all right,
With their nets rolled up and their decks cleaned off
And the side-lights burning bright.
Chorus:
Me thinks I’ve heard the captain say
“Me lads we’ll shorten sail”
With the sky to all appearances
Looks like an approaching gale
Me thinks I see them yet again
Midnight hour is past
The little craft is battling there
Against the icy blast
Chorus:
October’s night left such a sight,
T’was never seen before:
There was masts and yards and broken spars,
come a washed up upon the shore.
There were many a heart in sorrow,
Many a heart so brave.
There was many a fine and hearty lad,
That met a watery grave.

The Old Calahan

Last night when I felt so lonely and so blue
I was playing that old time blues
The blues of old Calahan.
Well he was born in Kentucky, far away
He would be soon the famest man
Kentucky ever knew.
(Everybody now)
I took my guitar and my old country fiddle
Played me a song of the old Calahan
He once was a star in the days of the Union
We all know him as the old Calahan.
(Come on now)
Well he was poor with no penny to his name
There was sorrow and there was pain
But no one was to blame.
He went to town, just a guitar in his hands
He made fortune and he got fame
At last he made the grade.
(Everybody now)
I took my guitar and my old country fiddle
Played me a song of the old Calahan
He once was a star in the days of the Union
We all know him as the old Calahan
(Play this song now).
Last night when I felt so lonely and so blue
I was playing that old time blues
The blues of old Calahan.
So I can tell you wherever, my best friends
When you’re lonely, when you’re blue
Just play it like I do.
(And everybody once more)
I took my guitar and my old country fiddle
Played me a song of the old Calahan
He once was a star in the days of the Union
We all know him as the old Calahan
(Woohoo)
(Yeahoo)
We all know him as the old Calahan.
(Come on everybody, sing it once more, yeah come on)
I took my guitar and my old country fiddle
Played me a song of the old Calahan
He once was a star in the days of the Union
We all know him as the old Calahan.

Last Shanty Words & Music by Tom Lewis

Well me father often told me, when I was just a lad,
A sailor’s life was very hard, the food was always bad,
But now I’ve joined the navy, I’m on board a man-o-war,
And now I find a sailor ain’t a sailor any more!
Chorus:
Don’t haul on the rope, don’t climb up the mast,
If you see a sailing-ship it might be your last,
Get your ‘civvies ready for another run-ashore,
A sailor ain’t a sailor, ain’t a sailor any more!
The ‘killick’ of our mess, he says we’ve had it soft,
It wasn’t like this in his day, when he was up aloft,
We like our bunks and sleeping-bags but what’s a hammock for?
Swinging from the deckhead or lying on the floor?
Chorus:
They gave us an engine that first went up and down,
Then with more technology the engine went around,
We’re good with steam and diesel but what’s a mainyard for?
A stoker ain’t a stoker with a shovel any more!
Chorus:
They gave us an Aldiss Lamp, we can do it right,
They gave us a radio, we signal day and night,
We know our codes and ciphers but what’s a ‘sema’ for?
A ‘bunting-tosser’ doesn’t toss the bunting any more!
Chorus:
They gave us a radar set to pierce the fog and gloom,
So now the lookout’s sitting in a tiny darkened room,
Loran does navigation the Sonar says how deep,
The Jimmy’s 3 sheets to the wind, the Skipper’s fast asleep.
Chorus:
Two cans of beer a day, that’s your bleeding lot!
But now we gets an extra two because they stopped The Tot,
So, we’ll put on our civvy-clothes and find a pub ashore,
A sailor’s still a sailor, just like he was before!

The Irish Rover

On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
‘Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bales of old billie goats’ tails
We had two million buckets of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million packets of bones
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bags of the best Sligo rags
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin’ with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther’d and bet
With his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
And a chap from Falkirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O’Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
There was Dudey O’Claire who was strong as a bear
As the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain’s old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, boy! What a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor dog was drowned
I’m the last of The Irish Rover
The Irish Rover
Object 1

Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we’ve received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope in a short time to see you again
We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
Then we hove our ship to with the wind from sou’west, boys
We hove our ship to, for to make soundings clear;
We got soundings in ninety-five fathom, and boldy
Up the channel of old England our course we steer.
Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman,
Than, Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
We passed by Beechy, by Fairleigh and Dungeness,
And hove our ship to, off South Foreland Light.
Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,
All in the Downs, that night for to meet
Then standby your stoppers, let go your shank-painters
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Now let every man drink off his full bumper
Let every man toss off his full bowls;
We’ll drink and be jolly; and drown melancholy,
So here’s good health to all true-hearted sou

South Australia

1. Down-east gals ain’t get no combs
   Ch.: Heave a-way! Heave a-way!
   They comb their hair wi’a whale-fish-bone,
   Ch.: An’ we’re bound for South Australia!
   Full Chorus: Heave a-way, me bul-ly, bul-ly boys,
   Heave a-way! Heave a-way!
   Heave a-way, why don’t ye make some noise?
   An’ we’re bound for South Australia!
2. Yankee gals don’t sleep on beds,
   Ch.: Heave a-way! Heave a-way!
   They go to sleep on codfish’s heads,
   Ch.: An’ we’re bound for South Australia!
   Full Chorus: Heave a-way, me bul-ly, bul-ly boys,
   Heave a-way! Heave a-way!
   Heave a-way, why don’t ye make some noise?
   An’ we’re bound for South Australia!
3. Cape Cod gals have got big feet,
   Codfish’s rows is nice an’ sweet.
4. Quaker gals don’t wear no frills,
   They’re tight an’ skinny as a halibut’s gills.
5. Glou’ster gals make damn fine cooks,
   They’re good at catching sprats on hooks.
6. Nantucket gals are very fine,
   They know how to bait a codfish line.
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SING AT THE WHEEL

Sing at the wheel, while you may
Heel yo ho, boys together.
Sing at the wheel, white you may
Pull her round and let her go
The spindrift flying from her shoulders
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Heel yo ho, boys together.
Sing at the wheel while you may
Yonder shine the lights o’home,
And yo-nder wait the hands o’welcome
Sing atthe wheel, while you may
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Heel yo ho, boys together.
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Fire o’peat and cream and crow-die
And tea and toast and candles burning
Sing at the wheel while you may
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Heel yo ho, boys together.
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Then at night-time song and tale
And dan-cing lads and girls together
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Sing at the wheel, while you may
Heel yo ho, boys together.
Sing at the wheel, while you may

Shenandoah

1. Oh, Missourah she’s a mighty water
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   The redskin camp lies on her border,
   Away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!
2. O Shenandoah wuz a redskin maiden,
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   And a white man loved that redskin maiden,
   An’ away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!
3. Oh, the white man loved the Indian maiden,
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   With trade-goods his canoe was laden.
   An’ away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!
4. The chief refused the trader’s dolllars,
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   My daughter ye shall never follow.
   An’ away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!
5. At last there came a Yankee skipper,
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   Who winked his eye and flipped his flipper.
   An’ away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!
6. He sold the chief some fire-water,
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   And stole the gal across the water.
   An’ away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!
7. O Shenandoa, I love yer daughter,
   Away ye rollin’ river!
   I’ll take her sailing cross yon rollin’ water.
   An’ away we’re bound to go,
   ‘Crosst the wide Missourah!

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.