The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1900-09-30

However. the breeze SlACkcnss more thnNdN u
needed, and the topsails again 60 up. the Hrs
TO the lively strains OF:
Sally Brown Is a nice old lady, .
CChorusj Away aye. roll and Col IAN pull 70
Spend my money on sally browni PULL
Sally. Sally. why don't you marTy'
Away-aye, roll and go' &c
The remainder tells how for seven Iona
Sally will not marry until he stops on shore Il
work by the dock-slde.
Is most likely followed by;
Blow. my boys-I long 70 hear you,
Chorus Blow. boys, blow Pull
Blow, my boyS-l long TO hear YOU.
Blow, boys, bully boys blovl PULL
A Yankee ship came down the river,
oh, how DO you know she's a Yankee cllpperl
Blow. boys. bully boys, blowi
Here Blow. boys. blow develops into a de-
sCription of the differences in food and appear
ance that marks the American from the British
vessel, and Is often made to contain some arrani
Now we find the wind has gone ahead. and
brace up our yards. then fatten the sheets as
we chant:
Little Johnny Boxer. what made you go 10 sea-
Chorus DO, my Johnny Boxer, do! Pun
Little Johnny Boxer in Liverpool YOU ought TO be.
Do. my Johnny Boxer dol
This, too. has more stanzas. though sung TO
no other kind of work. But the officer ha- cried,
Make fastl' which we do and leave IL Then,
as the nainSail i shaking In the wind, we reeve
a owline and shout:
Chorus Haul sway The bowlInel tPull
rs s.rainlng and a-snowing, a-snowing, a showing,
rs a raining and a showing,
The bowIine haul PULL
Thus is the outward passage made. The
anchor Is dropped at, lay Garden Reach, below
Calcutta: and while the. heavy sails are being
rolled on to their yards the banks OF the Hoogly
resound with.
Aye syszsye, aye, and well play Paddy Doyle for
Aye eye-aye, aye. and wen have no slop-ches.
suitsl
At the end Of each line the sail Is hunted a
little. higher, until 1t finally rests on the yard.
The ~foregone Is given entire. and Is evidently
the shortest song, god or otherwise, 10 our
language. Its first half seems TO hint, Of some
Irish shoemaker who was paid for his boots
with the til!er rope, or with a stern course,
he i6 hG1 RalG ajo T niue s .he s seI SIS6 rates. na.a rf by mo to
captains. Then comeS the weighing Of the
anchor 70 return home, naturally a Joyous day;
and scarcely feels tired when night and "all
sails set" put an end to the long task. Now we
ali warm to our work on the windlass bars, and
in the crowd there is barely a heart that does
not swell as the links come IN to the words;
See your cables slowed all clear;
We to. day set sail from india,
And for English shores well steer
Chorus Rolling home, rolling home.
Rolling home across the sea:
Rolling home Odear old England.
Rolling home, sweetheart, TO thee.
n you all heave with a will. boys.
Soon our anchors we will trip:
And well cross the brlny ocean
In our good and gallant ship
(ChoruS)
or the above there are but eight more lines.
IL Is one Of the very few "chanties" without
nonsense Of some kind, and II is best rendered
singing the sta uzas and the other the chorus.
Unless the cable has been previously shortened
an np;e SRe 7 rms w %RolI R9s Home IHs1 F'I viii iRf pr "Bab2r b is
followed by Roll the Cotton Dowu"-a
"chanty" that is only suitable for capstaG and
negro cotton showers on the Mis- issipri-o
The Australian Gtrl - or Bound g. Western
Next, when the tugboat leaves us N the long
and d ingeTous Hoogly. we spread our canvas
for home under such lus'v airs a.
Sing a song OF Ranlo, boys.
Chorus RAnIo, boys. RanEoi PULL
Sing a song u RsnIoI lPulLl
Ranzo took a notion 10 cross the briny ocean,
He was a New York tailor, but he thought bed b. a
sing a song OF Ranzol
Thus night and day. in foul weather and fine.
and aft, the work IS made light by songs
which hav' q .ong and curious history. vet are
them alive. But, like all else, they must die,
and the beginning Of their death ha~ begun
! ne modern splriti is n stress and
nilC the same dded to the power Of steam
winches for raising tousails, %anchors and the
scendants, SO 70 write. OF the once famous
Black Bail liners"
Here. completing our voyage, we will-ror
vHriety's sakr-suppo-e her 10 have been an
lnpleasant vesse.. and warp her into dock while
singing;
Leave her. Johnny. leave her.
Chorus Leave her. Johnny Pull
\up we'll sing you a farewell song.