“Go to Sea once More” is a sea shanty about
a sailor who, once ashore, gets schnockered drunk and loses all his
clothing and hard-earned money to a thieving hooker. Though he swore to never go
to sea again, this situation forces him to accept his fate on a whaling
ship bound for the Arctic Sea, having to endure the terrible freezing
cold conditions. The moral of the story is to know which head to use when you come
ashore from a long stint at sea …
When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree
Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be
And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more
Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once
more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more
I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to
roll in bed
Me watch was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled
And as I walked the streets about, the whores they all did roar
There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more
Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once
more
There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more
And as I walked the streets about, I met with
the Rapper Brown
I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score
But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see
once more
Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea
once more
I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once
more
He shipped me on board of a whaling ship
bound for the arctic seas
Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would
freeze
But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money onshore
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more
No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more
So come all you bold seafaring men, who
listen to me song
When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong
Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores
Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more
No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more
Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd8BdB6c-0U
(Fin)
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