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Audio Sundays – Spanish Ladies Variations

Various variations of the Sea Shanty Spanish Ladies interleaved.

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The Words for the various versions.

Stanza 1 Stanza 2 Stanza 3
1:1 

Farewell and adieu to you, Brisbane ladies

Farewell and adieu, you maids of Toowong

We’ve sold all our cattle and we have to get a movin’

But we hope we shall see you again before long.

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies, 

Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;

For we’ve received orders for to sail for old England,

But we hope in a short time to see you again.

 

1:2

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies,

Farewell and adieu to the ladies of the main;

For we’ve received orders to sail for old England,

But we hope in a short time to see you again.

1:3 

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman

I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tom Brown

I’m bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly

As soon as I’m able to plank the cash down.

AC 

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Queensland drovers

We’ll rant and we’ll roar as onward we push

Until we return to the Augathella station

Oh, it’s flamin’ dry goin’ through the old Queensland bush.

BC 

We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors,

We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt sea.

Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

NC 

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Newfoundlanders

We’ll rant and we’ll roar on deck and below

Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers

When straight through the Channel to Toslow we’ll go.

NU 

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou’west, boys

We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;

‘Twas forty-five fathoms[2] , with a white sandy bottom,

So we squared our main yard and up channel did make.

2:1 

The first camp we make, we shall call it the Quart Pot,

Caboolture, then Kilcoy, and Collington’s Hut,

We’ll pull up at the stone house, Bob Williamson’s paddock,

And early next morning we cross the Blackbutt.

2:2 

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,

Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth the Wight;

We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover,

And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.

2:3 

I’m a son of a sea cook, and a cook in a trader

I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the mainboom

I can handle a jigger, and cuts a big figure

Whenever I gets in a boat’s standing room.

3:1 

Then on to Taromeo and Yarraman Creek, lads,

It’s there we shall make our next camp for the day

Where the water and grass are both plenty and sweet, lads,

And maybe we’ll butcher a fat little stray.

3:2 

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,

And all in the Downs that night for to lie;

Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper![3]

Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly![4]

3:3 

If the voyage is good, this fall will do it

I wants two pounds ten for a ring and the priest

A couple of dollars for clean shirt and collars

And a handful of coppers to make up a feast.

4:1  

Then on to Nanango, that hard-bitten township

Where the out-of-work station-hands shit in the dust,

Where the shearers get shorn by old Tim, the contractor

Oh, I wouldn’t go near there, but I flaming well must!

4:2 

Now let ev’ry man drink off his full bumper,

And let ev’ry man drink off his full glass;

We’ll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,

And here’s to the health of each true-hearted lass.

4:3 

There’s plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy

There’s John Coady’s Kitty and Mary Tibbo

There’s Clara from Bruley and young Martha Foley

But the nicest of all is my girl in Toslow.

NU 

Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we’ve received orders to sail from New England

And we hope in a short time to see you again

UC 

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Yankee Whalermen

We’ll rant and we’ll roar on deck and below

Until we sight Gayhead off old Martha’s Vineyard

And straight up the channel to New Bedford we’ll go.

5:1 

Mount your hoses, we’ll ride into town boys,

We’ll stop at the pub, and drink the place dry.

We’ll spend all our money on the shanty town women,

and as dawn is a breaking away we shall ride.

5:2 

We hove our our ship to with the wind from the sou’west, boys.

We hove our our ship to deep soundings to take

‘Twas 45 fathoms with light sandy bottom

We squared our main yard and up channel did make.

5:3 

Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of Valen

Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the Cove

I’m bound to the westward, to the wall with the hole in

I’ll take her from Toslow the wide world to rove.

6:1 

The girls of Toomancie they look so entrancing

Like bawling young heifers they’re out for their fun

With the waltz and the polka and all kinds of dancing

To the rackety old banjo of Bob Anderson.

6:2 

I went to a dance one night in Tombaz.

There were plenty of girls there as fine as you wish.

There was one pretty maiden a chewin’ tobacco

Just like a young kitten a chewin’ fresh fish.

6:3 

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kryan’s

Of Paradise and Presque, big and little Bona

I’m bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy

And if I don’t do so I’m afraid of her da’.

NU 

Then the signal was sent for the grand ship to anchor

And all in the downs that night for to lie

Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper

Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly.

7:1 

Then fill up your glasses, and drink to the lasses,

We’ll drink this town dry, then farewell to them all

of – well sing the last chorus, sing farewell to all

And when we’ve got back to the Augathella Station,

We hope you’ll come by there and pay us a call.

7:2 

I’ve bought me a house from Katherine Davis

A twenty pound bed from Jimmy McGraw

I’ll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle

And then I’ll be ready for Biddy, hurrah!

7:3 

Then here is a health to the girls of Fox Harbour

Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Bruley

Now let ye be jolly, don’t be melancholy

I can’t marry all or in chokey I’d be.

 

 

 

 

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