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C J Dennis - A Deep Sea Chantey [New Style]
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We didn`t like the bo`sun`s mate --
(Yo, `eave ho!  an` a bottle o` lemonade or somethin` soft, Miss).
Becos `is dile filled us wiv `ate --
(Yo, `eave ho!  An` a bottle o` near-beer, or somethin` that`s real easy scoffed, 
   Miss).
We ain`t the crowd for gettin` shick
Becos we`ve joined the Bolshevik.
An` we reckon Jack`s as good as -- Hic!
(Schuse me!  `Tain`t the likker.  I`ah the sense of injush-tish an` wash the right 
   thing to be dealt out ter seamen`s sorter sent me aloft, Miss).

We didn`t like `is kind o` face --
(Yo, `eave ho!  An` a bot`l Soviet Sarsparliler -- or anythin` the comrades drink, 
   Miss).
Ses `e, "Yeh lubbers!  Splice mai brace!"
(Yo, `eave, Hic! . . . . Sheems ter me these Bolsh`vik ..... make yeh skicker`n yeh 
   think, Miss).
`E wash a reel two-fisted bloke.
One o` them coves `oo made a joke
O` swillin` rum -- like the ole sea folk.
(You know shailors? -- Ole shilly shellbacks -- .... -- dis`plin -- all that short `er 
   ole fash`n talk?  Makes the service stink, Miss).
Eh?  Wash at, Miss?  It`s af`er six?
An` yeh won`t sherve drinksh?
We`ve done our tricks?
A`right!  (Yo, `eave ho, for a bot`ler) . . . Blast!
Bill, cut that song!  It `urts!  Avast!
She`s goin` out??  Hey, jump abroad!
Struth!  Nearly missed!  `Eave up! Oh, Lord! . . . 

(Later)
Ah! Gimme a ship as a ship should be,
An` a sailor man as loves the sea!
Gimme a sight o` the sheelin` gull,
An` the wash a widenin` aft `er hull.
An` -- `ere`s a sign I`m findin` grace --
I LIKES the look o` that bos`un`s face!
Ah!  Smell them breezes!  Come on, Bill!
`Twas longshore dope.  We`re sailors still!
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