Captain Corcoran. (from poop) ***that's the POOPDECK
Now give three cheers,
I'll lead the way
Hurrah! Hurrah!
All.
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
(Enter Sir Joseph with Cousin Hebe.)
Sir Joseph.
I am the monarch of the sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,
Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.
Cousin Hebe.
And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Chorus.
And we/they are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Cousin Hebe & Chorus.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Sir Joseph.
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts.
Cousin Hebe.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Chorus.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Cousin Hebe & Chorus.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Sir Joseph.
But when the breezes blow,
I generally go below,
And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants.
Cousin Hebe.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Chorus.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Cousin Hebe & Chorus.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
His sisters and his cousins,
Whom he reckons up by dozens,
And his aunts!
The Water is Wide
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
Nor do I have light wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row... my love and I.
A ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
And I know not how I sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against an oak
Thinking he was a trusty tree
But first he bended, and then he broke
And thus did my false love to me.
I put my hand into a bush
The sweetest flower there to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flower alone.
Oh, love is handsome and love is fine
It's like a gem when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
Nottingham Ale
When Venus, the goddess of beauty and love
Arose from the froth that swam on the sea
Minerva sprang out of the cranium of Jove
A coy, sullen dame as most mortals agree
But Bacchus, they tell us, that prince of good fellows
Was Jupiter's son, pray attend my tale
They who thus chatter mistake quite the matter
He sprang from a barrel of Nottingham Ale
Chorus:
Nottingham Ale, oh, Nottingham Ale
No liquor on earth is like Nottingham Ale
Nottingham Ale, oh, Nottingham Ale
No liquor on earth is like Nottingham Ale
You bishops and curates, priests, deacons and vicars
When once you have tasted, you all must agree
That Nottingham Ale is the best of all liquors
And none understands a good creature like thee.
It dispels every vapor, saves pen, ink and paper
For when you've a mind in your pulpit to rail
It'll open your throats, you may preach without notes
When inspired with a bumper of Nottingham Ale.
Ye poets who pray on the Hellican brooke
The nectar of Gods and the juice of the vine,
You say none can write well except they invoke
The friendly assistance of one of the Nine.
His liquor surpassed the streams of Parnassus
That nectar, Ambrosia, on which Gods regale
Experience will show it, naught makes a good poet
Like quantum sufficients of Nottingham Ale.
And you doctors, who more executions have done
With powder and potion and bolus and pill
Than hangman with halter, or soldier with gun
Miser with famine or lawyer with quill
To dispatch us the quicker, you forbid us malt liquor
Till our bodies consume, and our faces grow pale
Let him mind you, who pleases, what cures all diseases
A plentiful glass of good Nottingham Ale.
Now you lovers who talk of your flames, darts and daggers
With Nottingham Ale ply your woman but hard
For the girl who once tastes it, will toast till she staggers
And all your past sufferings and hardships reward
You can bend her and twist her, and do what to list her
You've found the right way for your heart to prevail
Let her take a glass often, there's nothing will soften,
The heart of a woman, like Nottingham Ale.
The Big Strong Man
Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lived in a caravan.
Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight?
Oh, Lord what a hell of a fight.
You can take all of the heavyweights you've got.
We've got a lad that can beat the whole lot.
He used to ring bells in the belfry,
Now he's gonna fight Jack Dempsey.
jack dempsey signed a postcard for us after we had had dinner in his restaurant in NYC in the 1970's .
he seemed the REAL gentleman , very courteous to the ladies !
Chorus:
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows no rest.
Think of a man, hells' fire, don't push, just shove, Plenty of room for you and me.
He's got an arm like a leg (a ladies' leg!)
And a punch that would sink a battleship (big ship!)
It takes all of the Army and the Navy to put the wind up Sylvest'.
Now, he thought he'd take a trip to Italy.
He thought that he'd go by sea.
He dove off the harbor in New York,
And swam like a great big shark.
He saw the Lusitania in distress.
He put the Lusitania on his chest.
He drank all of the water in the sea,
And he walked all the way to Italy.
Chorus ...
He thought he take a trip to old Japan.
They turned out a big brass band.
You can take all of the instruments you've got,
We got a lad that can play the whole lot.
And the old church bells will ring (Hells bells!)
The old church choir will sing (Hells fire!)
They all turned out to say farewell to my big brother Sylvest'.
Chorus ...
