The Dreadnoughts

ol-mihe

Дата: Воскресенье, 27.02.2011, 01:23 | Сообщение # 1

Меломан

Группа: Администраторы

Сообщений: 66

Статус: Offline

2007 - Legends Never Die

Roll The Woodpile Down

way down South where the cocks do crow,
Way down in Florida
Them gals all dance to the old banjo.
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Chorus:
Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round,
That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line!
And we'll roll the woodpile down!

When I was a young man in my prime,
I danced with the brown gals two at a time.

We'll roll him high and we'll roll him low,
We'll hoist him up anyway we'll go.

Oh - roust and bust her is the cry,
A sailor's wage is never high.

My dear old mother wrote to me:
"Tom, my son, come home from sea."

She sent me money she sent me clothes,
I drank the money and I pawned the clothes.

One more pull and that'll do,
For we're the boys to kick her through.

Fire Marshall Willy

When the night is cold and the hours are long,
I think about good times now long since gone,
But no memory pleases me more to recall,
Than the night that dear Willy came out on a crawl

He was 18 for a few hours more,
I fed him some whisky as he walked through my door
The sounds of a house-party rolled down the street
So we pounded our Pilsner and leapt to our feet.

Oh he had his filling
Tequila swilling
Oh he put out the flames
And it earned him the name
Fire marshal Willy

Oh we led him away to the depths of the house
With Jose Cuervo and old famous grouse
He took 15 shots in the blink of an eye
Fell under the porch by the bbq side

And they told him just sit down instead
Do touch that extinguisher shiny and red
But William was drunk as I'd ere seen a man
And so the insanity surely began

Oh he had his filling
Tequila swilling
Oh he put out the flames
And it earned him the name
Fire marshal Willy

10 minutes later he flashed me a smile
There wasn't combustion within 20 miles
He'd hosed every chap in the whole fucking place
And threw his cold water right in Justine's face

When the night is cold and the hours are long,
I think about good times now long since gone,
But no memory gives me more pleasure then
Than the night that dear Willy became a new man

Oh he had his filling
Tequila swilling
Oh he put out the flames
And it earned him the name
Fire marshal Willy

Oh he had his filling
Tequila swilling
Oh he put out the flames
And it earned him the name

Katie, Bar The Door

Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again.
He’s looking for a saviour, he’s looking for a friend.
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been.
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.

When I was just a young’un, Sir, I came without a sound.
She said this ship is sank and now a nice soldier’s drowned.
(?)
We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea.

Well I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men believe, I’m the bastard of the sea,
And the ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!

As a ghost I damned you, I brought you to the world,
Or I’d just shuck and sully seven miles below hell.
For dune strips and Covent ships, smiling bastards lay,
Counting out their pennies to escape another day.

Well I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull,
Of a prison ship bound for Australia.
Many good men believe, I’m the bastard of the sea,
And a ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!

So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again.
He’s looking for a saviour, he’s looking for a friend.
The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been.
So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.

2009 - Victory Square

Eliza Lee

The smartest clipper you can find is,
Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done?
Shes the Margaret Evans on a blue sky line!
Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.