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Leave Her Johnny
media type="file" key="01 Leave Her, Johnny!.mp3" width="240" height="20" Oh the times were hard and the wages low Leave her, Johnny, leave her, And now ashore we must go and it’s time for us to leave her

Leave her, Johnny, leave her, Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her, For the voyage is done and the winds don’t blow It’s time for us to leave her.

Well there’s no more voyages around Cape Horn Leave her, Johnny, leave her, And you know the weather there’s never warm It’s time for us to leave her

Chorus We ate rotten meat and weevily bread Leave her, Johnny, leave her, And it’s pump or drown the old man said And it’s time for us to leave her

Chorus I thought I heard the first mate say Leave her, Johnny, leave her, Tomorrow you will get your pay And it’s time for us to leave her

Chorus Oh, the rats have gone and we crew Leave her, Johnny, leave her, Why now ashore we’ll go too It’s time for us to leave her

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John Kanaka
media type="file" key="02 John Kanaka.mp3" width="240" height="20" I thought I heard the First Mate say John Kanaka naka, tulai e You’ll work tomorrow, but not today John Kanaka naka, tulai e

CHORUS Tulai e, oh, tulai e, oh John Kanaka naka, tulai e,

I thought I heard the old man say John Kanaka naka, tulai e Today, today is a sailing day John Kanaka naka, tulai e

We’re outward bound from Frisco Bay John Kanaka naka, tulai e We’re outward bound at the break of day John Kanaka naka, tulai e

It’s rotten meat and weevily bread John Kanaka naka, tulai e In two months out you wish you were dead John Kanaka naka, tulai e

I thought I heard the Bosun say John Kanaka naka, tulai e It’s one more pull and then belay John Kanaka naka, tulai e

Sally Rackett
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Oh, little Sally Rackett haul ‘em away she shipped aboard a packet haul ‘em away and she never did regret it oh, holly -hi-o

Oh, little Patty Baker She ran off with the Quaker cause her mom couldn’t shake her

Oh, little Fluffanana she slept on a banana now she can’t play the piana

Oh, little Kitty Carson she ran off with the parson oh, so says our old bosun