Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 191: what you’re looking at

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er | cb - Our Anchor We'll wie . Wali her round, for we're. cling bene Our anchor we'll and our sails we will set, a ° Heave, my boys together Good-by, fare ye well! oa Come Roll Him Over Past Work on the Railway ¥ - Oho, why don't you blow? eighteen sixty- ‘4 7 iy . come roll him over, camé across a stormy s€a, : a) Come Roll the Cotton Paddy Doyle an Come roll the cotton down, my boys, ‘o my 4 Roll the cotton down. Aye! a Dreadnaught Ans sie furll There's a saucy wild packet, * And a packet of fame. ck pay B Paddy Doyle for his boots, < 4 (Several forms.) . Outre Give Me he Gal We' SB outward bound from New York town, os . ‘Give me the gal can dance fandango 5 aa heaye and pawl! ~ % 7 Running down to Cuba. ; Hand Over Hand A handy ship and a handy crew— Handy, my boys, so handy. Poor Haul Away Johnny Bok ae Johnny Boker, and roll me over. Old J. Old ay is dead and gone to hell. 5 Awa Haut away, boys, We say so, and we hope sol aul away together. vacager Highway (Or any seaport strect) Away, haul away, boys, i I ve a mares own sere Highway. away. way, hay, blow the man down! Haul on ts Bowline Reuben Ranzo | Haul on the bowline Oh, my poor Reuben Ranzo, | . The bully ship's a-rolling! Ranzo, boys, Ranzo, Haul the Bowline Rio Grande * i" My a bier te. the bowline, the fore and main top bowline. TL sing we a gee ae fish of the sea, \ au ine ° ° e nie Kitty is my darling, Rio Gravide e = = a bowline, haul. foe are going, my pretty maid? 1 x away, - . There were two lofty ships from England came, Rio Grande i oe _ om Ty Blow low! And so sailed we. I’ ee renee ied this very day! s omewar: Co) ; Oh, to Pensacola town we'll bid adieu. Roll ee Go " . <= oe with names of any seaport.) AA ate = a ship, she sailed to Spain, ‘omewar nd Toll and go. ia we We're homeward bound this very day Royal Artillery Man ; = Good-by, fare you well. _My bleeding fancy man, + , I'l Sing You a Song My Royal Artillesy man, ; ‘I'll sing you a song, a good song of the sea— He—wears—spurs.- To my By ave, bets heigh, blow the man down. Runaway Chorus : that you'll join in the chorus with me— What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Give me some time to blow the man down. Sally Brown it's Time for Us to Leave Her Seven long years I courted Sally r Oh, ene: ames ee hard aa ae wages low. 5 a etn High! Roll and go, oh! - ve her, Johnny, leave her. a . rip a are Sally a ee catet ee was a Mobile Bay ye € oll and go F Wey, hey, knock a man down. Saliy Brown 7 Let the Bulgine Run Oh, Sally Brown was a bright mulatto. Oh, wildest packet you can find— Sally Brown 7 Oh, hel Ob, hal Are you ‘most done? I love my gal across the water. Is the Margaret Evans of the Black X Line, Aye! Ayel Roll and go. Clear the rail! Let the Bulgine min. ™ Say ook rag: Jack Oh, Santa Anna's dead and gone. ¥ = h, Liverpool Jack with your tarpaulin hat, ' ia, where you bound to? Sebastopol __ S ’ <. pa Long Time Ago 7 rae ate Polen 1S OVEr ROW; me, _ A long, long time and a long time ago— ebastopol is taken, - | . . E Shanadore (Shenandoah) me, oe hey, Ohio! - Long Time A Shanador’s a rolling river — re rth Goa Ta poet been born, ee surest, you rolling river— ‘ome ay, ah anan eka Shanandoah, I love your daughter, I dreamt a dream the other night. y Away, ye rolling nver— - Lowlands, lowlands, hurrah, my John! Sometimes lands Sometimes we’ re bound for England - . - I thought I heard the old man eey Sometimes we're bound for France. > Lowlands, lowlands my Johnn Heave away, my bullies, heave away. 4 ‘Maid acs Amsterdam sae wea oaad Shaiors Brown i di c™ rdam ther = “ ome get my clothes in order, ‘ , _, Mane well what I do say! Shallow, Shallow Brown. 3 , Bey Brown 7 ie her you ought to see! 2: Sop a FB he loves us sailors— , ; : ow, boys, blow. * ‘Sal, she’ 3 es Soe bright moniatee Slarm Along John : = fe Stormy a is dead and gone! r © my weigh hev, “_ Polly B nee . * “On, *Polly. iy Brown, I love your daughter, "Twas on the twenty-fourth of June +3 _Away my rolling river! : I sailed away to sea. = ke Her Up tome $s Gone to Hizk Low h, shake her up from down below, f My Tommy's gone and I'll go too. 7s , my boys, so handy! . 5 d _ Tomy very hey hey ajola. Y Joe - Whisky Johnn V Joe buily pole Me * 3 - Whisky is is the life of man, pretty yaller girl. a. ap Johnny! bt &, Itong so hear you, prs were eae ieee t hs pee im bul io. eal wah Ropes oe ¥ - ? ie ry 4 : t Pe r.. OE has wd a as “3 ‘