SOUTH AUTRALIA

1. In south Australia I was born
   Ref.: HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY
   In south Australia round the Cape horn
   Ref.: AND WE`RE BOUND FOR SOUTH AUSTRALIA
   
   Etter hvert vers:
   Solo: Haul away you rolling kings
   Ref: HEAVE AWAY; HAUL AWAY
   Solo: Haul away and you'll hear me sing
   Ref: AND WE'RE BOUND FOR SOUTH AUSTRALIA
    
2. I walked outside one morning fair
   and chanced to meet sweet Nancy Blair  
3. I shook her up and I shook her down
   I danced her round and round the town 
4. There ain`t one thing that grieves my mind,
   then to leave sweet Nancy there behind 
5. Oh, south Australia is a bloody fine place
   To get blind drunk is no disgrace  
6. I wish I was on a lonesome strand.
   With rum and whisky all in hand
   
7. Now, two old women lying in the sand,
   each one wishing that the other was a man 
8. And as we wallop around the Cape Horn
   We wished to Christ we’d never been born

 LOWLANDS

1.          I dreamed a dream the other night
   REF: Lowlands, Lowlands away, my John!
   I dreamed a dream the other night
   REF: Lowlands, my Lowlands, away!
2. My love she came all dressed in white
   my love she came all dressed in white
3. No word she said no sound she made
   No word she said no sound she made
4. An` bravely in her bosom fair
   A red, red rose my love did wear
5. Then I knew my love was dead
   Then I knew my love was dead
6. Then I awoke to hear the call:
   ”ALL HANDS ON DECK, ALL HANDS UP`HAUL!”

Leave her, Johnny, leave her (avskjedssjanti)

1. Oh, the times was hard, and the wages low
   Ref: Leave her, Johnny, leave her
   But now once more ashore we`ll go
   Ref: And it`s time for us to leave her
   
   Fullt ref: 
   Leave her, Johnny, leave her  
   Ooh! Leave her, Johnny, leave her  
   For the voyage is done and the winds don`t blow
   And it`s time for us to leave her
   
   
2. Oh, I thought I heard the old man say
   Tomorrow you will get your pay
3. The work was hard and the voyage was long
   The sea was high and the gales was strong
4. The wind was foul and the sea ran high
   She shipped it green and none went by 
5. The grub was bad and the wages low
   But now once more ashore we`ll go
6. Oh, sing that we boys will never be
   In a hungry bitch the likes o` she
7. The rats have left and we the crew
   It’s time by damned that we went to.
8. Snart seiler me for siste gong
   Og derfor lyder høgt vår sang;
9. Snart Tungenes me i sikte har
   Og Brage skjær me ligge klar
10. Og så me stryker fjorden inn
    For fulle segl og sydlig vind
11. Og når me først av Vardenes er tvers
    Me skimtar reisens mål fra mers
12. Snart over skoddas dis me ser
    Vår Stavanger hamn me har så kjær
13. Ein voksen dram til kvar ein mann
    før han som sjømann går i land.

SANTY ANA

1. Solo: I Amsterdam i Holland låg ein god og gammal brigg 
   Ref.: HEAVE AWAY,SANTY ANA
   Solo: Forsliten var dens skrog og forsliten var den rigg
   Ref.: HEAVE AWAY, MY BOYS, FOR MEXICO
    
2. Vi skulle ut frå Amsterdam med ballast utav jord.
   Og seile heim til Fredrikstad, og laste høvla bord.
3. Vi seilte ut kanalen og pumpa litt i mens.
   Men stod til neste formidda` før skuta ho blei lens.
4. Og da vi kom i sjøen, gutt, jeg sier deg for sant:
   Drakk skipper`n mer brennevin enn skuta ho trakk vann.
5. Det var ein søndag morgen, vi blei purra ut til baut.
   Kokken kom fra rommet skreik at kjølsvinet flaut.
6. Ja, sjømannslivet det er ikke alltid like lett.
   Og når han går i land så drikker han seg fra sitt vett!
7. Nå kan jeg inte synge mer for inte mer jeg veit…
   JO, kokken brente rumpa si for byssa var for heit!!

ALABAMA JOHN CHEROKEE

1. Oh this is the story of John Cherokee
   Ref: Alabama John Cherokee
   The Indian man from Miramashee
   Ref: Alabama John Cherokee
   Solo : Hey hey ho!
   Ref: Oh, Alabama John Cherokee
   Solo: Hey hey ho!
   Ref: Oh, Alabama John Cherokee
    
2. They made him a slave down in Alabam
   He run away every time he can
3. They shipped him aboard of a whaling ship
   again and again he gave èm the slip
4. But they catched him agen an` they chained him tight
   Put him in the room without any light
5. They gave him nothing for to eat or drink
   All of his bones they began to clink
6. An now his ghost is often seen
   Sitting on the main deck all wet and green
7. At the break of dawn he goes below
   That is where the cocks they do all grow

 PADDY'S BOOTS

1. SOLO: Timme way hey –ey –yah!
   We’ll all drink whisky and (REF): GIN!  
2. SOLO: Timme way hey –ey –yah!  
   We’ll all throw shit at the (REF): COOK!   
3. SOLO: Timme way hey –ey –yah!
   We’ll pay Paddy Doyle for his (REF): BOOTS!