257. Goodbye Fare-ye-well

Chant de marins (sea shanty), Angleterre.

1. Oh, don’t yiz hear the Old Man say?
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Oh, don’t yiz hear the Old Man say?
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

2. We’re homeward bound; to Liverpool Town,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Where them judies they will come down,
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

3. An, when we gits to the Wallsey Gates,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Sally an’ Polly {for their} flash men do wait.
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

4. An’ one to the other ye’ll hear them say,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Here comes Johnny with his fourteen months’ pay!
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

5. Them gals {there on} Lime Street we soon hope to meet,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Soon we’ll be a-rollin’ both sides o’ the street.
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

6. We’ll meet these fly gals an’ we’ll ring {the ol’} bell,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
With them judies we’ll raise merry hell,
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

7. I’ll tell me old mammy {when I} gets back home,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
The gals there on Lime Street won’t leave me alone.
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!

8. We’re homeward bound {to the} gals o’ the town,
Goodbye, fare-ye-well! goodbye, fare-ye-well!
Stamp up me bullies an’ heave it around.
Horraw, me boys; we’re homeward bound!