The Gals of Dublin Town
Traditional:
courtesy of www.SailorSongs.com
Now, 'tis of a famous Yankee ship, to New York we waz bound,
And our cap'n bein' an Irish man belongin' to Dub-a-lin Town,
Hoorah! Hoorah! for the gals o' Dub-a-lin Town,
Hoorah for the bonnie green flag, an' the Harp wi'out th' Crown!
An' when he gazes on that land, that town of high renown,
Oh, it's break away the green burgee and the
Harp without the Crown
'Twas on the seventeenth o' March, we arrived in New York Bay,
Our Cap'n bein' an Irishman must celebrate the day.
With the Stars an' Stripes 'way high aloft, an' fluttering all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp without the Crown
Now we're bound for 'Frisco, boys, an' things is running' wild,
The officers an' men dead drunk, around the decks they pile
But by tamorra mornin', boys, we'll work wit out a frown,
For on board the saucy Shenandoah flies the Harp without the Crown!
The author of this website has put a lot of time and effort into gathering the greatest collection of sea shanties for the world to enjoy - There are songs that have been to sung to a job of work at sea for many, many years and collecting them has been a great endeavour. - Roger Chartier has made the effort out of his own interest and the requests that he has gotten to do this work from fellow musicians who wanted a good source of sea shanties to draw on and learn from. He has been told that for this effort he is a remarkable man.
