Danny Buckaroo

Danny Buckaroo my lads
I’ve sailed the seven seas
Adding inches to me yard arm
Very nicely if you please
Come hearty and heave ho! me lads
Come pull your tither’s tight
Hold hard ‘pon that rigging gear
Least you die of fright

Tis a frightful thing a boilin’ tide
In the middle of a squall
Casting yer sheets to windward
Gun powder round yer ball
Gert walls of roarin’sea me lads
Pound across your aft
All but stoppin’ her tiller screw
By a’ twisting up your shaft.

Down she goes me hearty O
Open the orlap’s crack
The cabin boy is on his knees
As I pull old Bessie back
Aye, round she goes me hearty O
Now let yer gunnels flow me lads
Now let yer cannon blow me lads
A full broadside to the rear
I’ll make a sailor of ye yet
Cos’ I’m a
Fuckin’ Buckin’ Neer