Sailing over the Dogger Bank wasn't it a treat.
The wind was blowing 'bout east-north-east, we had to give her the sheet.
You should have seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free
On passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby.
So watch us, twig us, we're the proper ju-bi-ju
Give her the sheets and let her rip, we're the boys to see her through.
You should have seen us rally, the wind a-blowing free
On passage from the Dogger Bank to great Grimsby.
Our captain he's a Shanghai rooster, he likes a drop of good ale.
Our second edition's a Ribstone Pippin, been known in many a jail,
Our third man he's a bush ranger, our deckie's from the Dials
But don't even look at the dirty old cook, it drives the bugger wild
We're the boys to make the noise when we come home from sea,
We get right drunk, we roll on the floor, we have a jubilee.
We get right drunk and full of beer we roll all over the floor,
And when the rent it is all spent, we'll go to sea for more.
So watch her, twig her, as down the street she came,
With high heeled shoes and painted toes, oh Jilly is on the game.
She is one of them flash girls, can't she cut a shine,
She can do a double shuffle on the knickerbocker line.
Tara Jane O'Neil offers up her ephemeral audio sketchbook, presenting improvisational pieces captured on the fly that feel remarkably full. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021