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No. 5 - Song - Barry and Chorus - "Yo Ho, Little Girls, Yo Ho!"
| Barry: | I went to sea as a bold A.B. And I thought when I got on board, An Admiral's berth would do for me, As for Charlie Beresford. I'd heard a lot of a sailor's life, And it seemed a rare good sort, For he cut up his quid with a big sheath knife, And could go on shore with a diff'rent wife, When he came to a foreign port. |
| Chorus: | When he came to a foreign port. |
| Barry: | Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! That's so, little girls, that's so! For it sounds all right in a sailor's song, But you find out soon that it all goes wrong! Heave ahead my hearties! And if you want to know, I'll spin you a yarn ahead and astarn, Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! |
| Chorus: | Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! That's so, little girls, that's so! For it sounds all right in a sailor's song, But you find out soon that it all goes wrong! Heave ahead my hearties! And if you want to know, He'll spin you a yarn ahead and astarn, Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! |
| Barry: | You've heard it said that the sea is grand, And the foaming waves sublime! But it's very much like a berth on land With an earthquake all the time! You sleep at night in your blankets warm, And the sheets so snug and fair, But the sailor is out in the awful storm Getting sheets of water across his form, Which are washed down the cabin stair. |
| Chorus: | Which are washed down the cabin stair. |
| Barry: | Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! That's so, little girls, that's so! You may make your life on the rolling deep, But it rolls so much you can get no sleep! Tumble up, ye lubbers! The bos'n calls below, You turn out of bed, and land on your head, Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! |
| Chorus: | Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! That's so, little girls, that's so! You may make your life on the rolling deep, But it rolls so much you can get no sleep! Tumble up, ye lubbers, The bos'n calls below! You turn out of bed, and land on your head, Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! |
| Barry: | It's not all dancing and grog today In the life of a British Tar, He may be a thousand miles away, From the nearest harbour bar. It's cruel hard when he takes his meals, For the plates begin to slide; And there comes up a gust and the vessel heels, And you hear remarks when the sailor feels That his soup has all gone outside! |
| Chorus: | That his soup has all gone outside! |
| Barry: | Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! That's so, little girls, that's so! You may choose a life on the ocean wave, But you cut your chin when you try to shave! Home again, my hearties! The stormy winds may blow, But let them all roar, for I'll stay ashore, Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! |
| Chorus: | Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! That's so, little girls, that's so! You may choose a life on the ocean wave, But you cut your chin when you try to shave! Home again, my hearties! The stormy winds may blow, But let them all roar, for he'll stay ashore, Yo ho, little girls, yo ho! |
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Page modified 10 November 2016