SING MY LADS, YEAVE HO
 
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Soon we'll be in London Town, Sing, my lads, yeave ho
And we'll call at 'The Rose and Crown' Sing, my lads, yeave ho
I'm a brave old salt, and I've ploughed the sea
The sea is salt, that's why, d'ye see
The sea has made a salt of me, so sing, my lads, yeave ho
I don't know why we sing yeave ho, but sing, my lads, and let it go
And sing, my lads, yeave ho, yes, sing, my lads, yeave ho.

Chorus: Sing yeave ho for our wives at home
And tho' we've wives across the foam
We always find, where'er we roam
There are none like the wives at home.

Hoist your slacks and loudly sing - Sing, my lads, yeave ho
You know that it's the usual thing - Sing, my lads, yeave ho
We're Britons brave, we're Britons free
But I don't think you'd sing that, d'ye see
If you'd as many wives as me - Sing, my lads, what ho
Give three cheers and one cheer more
For the tars that never wash ashore
And sing, my lads, yeave ho
Yes, sing, my lads, yeave ho.

Recitation:

Would you like me to tell you the tale,sir
Of the evening I went for the sail
I'm a marvel at telling the tale, sir
I've had medals for telling the tale
What's that, sir, You'd like me to tell you
All right, sir, to please you, I will
(Yer might play a bit of slow music
An' turn on the limelight there, Bill)
The ship was the good Mary Ann, sir
Mary Ann, sir, yes that was her name
I'll say Mary Jane if you like, sir
But her name's Mary Ann just the same
The crew, sir, were good hardy seamen
Good in a gale and a fog
Good at the sails and the wheel, sir
And extra good at their grog
The sails had been hung out to dry, sir
But it suddenly started to rain
And I thought that the sails might get wet, sir
So we took them in again
The skies were all rent asunder
I don't know what rent they've to pay
But still, I suppose they've to pay it
(They make enough row, anyway)
I'd been on the bridge for three hours, sir
I'd stood on the bridge for seven hours
For ten hours I'd been on the bridge, sir
On the bridge, sir, for twenty-five hours
And I felt just a little bit tired, sir
So I opened my state bedroom door
And was just going to take off my trousers
When I heard a most horrible roar
Well, I wasn't afraid, sir, of thunder
Afraid of the thunder, no fears
I'm used to a bit of a row, sir
I've been married for twenty-five years
But I said a silent prayer, sir
P'raps I said something more
But I'd better keep that to myself, sir
I've got into trouble before
And I turned her nose to the shore, sir
To the shore I turned her nose
Yes, sir, they call it her nose, sir
They must call it something, I s'pose
And I don't want to brag or to boast, sir
I'm no hand at boasting or brag
But I brought her safely home, sir
Beneath the dear old flag
And now, if you mention my name, sir
They shake their heads and sigh
And they call me 'Truthful James', sir
Who never told a lie.

Chorus: Sing yeave ho for our wives at home
And tho' we've wives across the foam
We always find, where'er we roam
There are none like the wives at home.

 
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Written and composed by N. Mayer - 1905
Performed by Wilkie Bard (1874-1944)
 
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