Trad: Arranged: Wendy Sergeant Soprano Lead:
From Bristol harbour we set sail,When blowin’ it was the devil of a gale,With the ring-tail set all avast the mizzen peak,And the rule brittania plowin' up the deep.
Chorus:With a Bristol Ho! Tow row row Foll dee roll dee rye dolly day. Bass Lead:
Then up steps the skipper from down below,And looks aloft, lads, and looks alow,He looks alow and he looks aloftAnd it’s “Tighten up your ropes, lads, fore and aft”
Then down to his cabin he quickly crawls,To his poor old steward he savagely bawls,“Go and mix me a glass that will make me cough,For it’s better weather here than it is up aloft”
While it’s we poor seamen are up on decks,With the blasted rain sliding down our chilly necks, Not a drop of grog will he afford,For he damns our eyes with every other word.
Now there’s just one thing we all do crave,That the captain meets with a watery grave,So we’ll throw him down into some dark hole,Where the sharks’ll have his body and the devil have his soul.