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The Saltpetre Shanty
sł. trad.
mel. trad. "The Saltpetre Shanty"
To old Cally-oh we are bound to go - Oh Roll!
To old Cally-oh we are bound to go - Oh Roll!
We are bound away from Liverpool Bay,
To those flash girls of Chile who'll grab all our pay
Oh roll, rock your bars. Heave 'er high-oh, rock her, oh roll!
Old Pedro the crimp, boys, we know him of old - Oh Roll!
Old Pedro the crimp, boys, we know him of old - Oh Roll!
He's primin' his vino, he's dopin' his beer,
To the Chinchas he'll ship us if we don't steer clear
Oh roll, rock your bars. Heave 'er high-oh, rock her, oh roll!
Those flash girls of Chile they are hard to beat - Oh Roll!
Those flash girls of Chile they are hard to beat - Oh Roll!
They'll greet us and love us and treat us to wine,
But we know they are robbing us most of the time.
Oh roll, rock your bars. Heave 'er high-oh, rock her, oh roll!
And when it comes time to sail away home - Oh Roll!
And when it comes time to sail away home - Oh Roll!
From some old seaport town on the west coast of hell,
We'll sing "Adios" and we'll wish you all well.
Oh roll, rock your bars. Heave 'er high-oh, rock her, oh roll!
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