Billy
me
, not the sentence they'll suspend.
Ay, Ay, all is up; and I must up too
Early in the morning, and never a cock aloft from alow will crow
On an empty stomach , no, now never it would do.
But they'll They'll give me a nibble — bit o' buiscit ere I go.
Sure, a messmate will reach me the last parting cup , ;
And But turning heads away from the hoist and the belay,
Heaven knows who will have the running of me up . !
No song pipe to those halyards. — But aren't it all sham?
A blur's in my eyes; sure, its it is it is dreaming that I am.
A hatchet to my hauzer? all adrift to go? O, 'tis
Ay, Ay, all is up; and I must up too
Early in the morning, and never a cock aloft from alow will crow
On an empty stomach , no, now never it would do.
But they'll They'll give me a nibble — bit o' buiscit ere I go.
Sure, a messmate will reach me the last parting cup , ;
And But turning heads away from the hoist and the belay,
Heaven knows who will have the running of me up . !
No song pipe to those halyards. — But aren't it all sham?
A blur's in my eyes; sure, its it is it is dreaming that I am.
A hatchet to my hauzer? all adrift to go? O, 'tis
Billy
me
, not the sentence they'll suspend.
Ay, Ay, all is up; and I must up too
Early in the morning, and never a cock aloft from alow will crow
On an empty stomach , no, now never it would do.
But they'll They'll give me a nibble — bit o' buiscit ere I go.
Sure, a messmate will reach me the last parting cup , ;
And But turning heads away from the hoist and the belay,
Heaven knows who will have the running of me up . !
No song pipe to those halyards. — But aren't it all sham?
A blur's in my eyes; sure, its it is it is dreaming that I am.
A hatchet to my hauzer? all adrift to go? O, 'tis
Ay, Ay, all is up; and I must up too
Early in the morning, and never a cock aloft from alow will crow
On an empty stomach , no, now never it would do.
But they'll They'll give me a nibble — bit o' buiscit ere I go.
Sure, a messmate will reach me the last parting cup , ;
And But turning heads away from the hoist and the belay,
Heaven knows who will have the running of me up . !
No song pipe to those halyards. — But aren't it all sham?
A blur's in my eyes; sure, its it is it is dreaming that I am.
A hatchet to my hauzer? all adrift to go? O, 'tis
Transcribed by: John Bryant