H.M.S. Rose off Ferryland, August 1995. Printed from shanty.rendance.org Site contents © 1993-2009 Andrew Draskóy excepting product images and lyrics.
Bold Riley

Our anchor's aweigh and our sails are all set
Bold Riley, oh, boom-a-lay
The folks we are leaving, we'll never forget
Bold Riley, oh, gone away

Goodbye, me darling. Goodbye, me dear, oh
Bold Riley, oh, boom-a-lay
Goodbye, me darling. Goodbye, me dear, oh
Bold Riley, oh, gone away

Wake up Mary Ellen and don't look so glum
By Whitestocking time you'll be drinking hot rum

The rain it is raining now all the day long
And the northerly wind, it does blow so strong

We're outward and bound for Bengal bay
Get bending, me boys, it's a hell of a way