One of the titles I had real pleasure sending to shops around the world when I worked for ARC Music Productions, had it on in the warehouse more than often with my personal copy.
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throatsof them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throatsof them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors With me newfound friends me money spens just as fast as winking But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throatsof them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy says were leaving Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy is a grieving Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throatsof them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors When the crypt comes round I'll take his pounds and his hand I'll be shaking Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throatsof them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
"crypt" is actually "crimp": a person who entraps or forces men into shipping as sailors or into enlisting in an army or navy. (Also Blokes, not Bloaks )
Some correction to the words previously posted... This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin' With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winking But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy isn't grieving Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors When the crimp comes 'round I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin' I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea farin' Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Even more corrections: This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailin', But I'll not stay another day -- I'd sooner be a-whalin'. Oh Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin' With Judy Lee upon my knee and in my ear a-lyin'. Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors. With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winkin' But when I make to clear the slate, the landlord says, "Keep drinkin'." Oh Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors. With me pay all gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leavin' Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grievin'. Oh lord above send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors. When the crimp comes 'round, I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shakin' Tomorrow morn, sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breakin'. Oh Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors. Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin' I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea-farin'. Oh Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razors To cut the throats of them there Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
One of the titles I had real pleasure sending to shops around the world when I worked for ARC Music Productions, had it on in the warehouse more than often with my personal copy.
You must be a real cool guy
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing
But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin
With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me newfound friends me money spens just as fast as winking
But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy says were leaving
Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy is a grieving
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
When the crypt comes round I'll take his pounds and his hand I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throatsof them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Judy *set* for leavin
Judy said "im leaving". Look this has many versions, theyre all different
"crypt" is actually "crimp": a person who entraps or forces men into shipping as sailors or into enlisting in an army or navy. (Also Blokes, not Bloaks
)
Some correction to the words previously posted...
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing
But I'll not stay another day I'd rather be a whaling
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin'
With Judy lee upon my knee and in my ear a lying
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winking
But when I make to clear the slate the landlord says keep drinking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leaving
Six months of pay gone in three days but Judy isn't grieving
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
When the crimp comes 'round I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shaking
Tomorrow morn sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breaking
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin'
I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea farin'
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Bloaks what sells bad beer to sailors
Even more corrections:
This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailin',
But I'll not stay another day -- I'd sooner be a-whalin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors
Paid off me score and then ashore me money soon was flyin'
With Judy Lee upon my knee and in my ear a-lyin'.
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
With me newfound friends me money spends just as fast as winkin'
But when I make to clear the slate, the landlord says, "Keep drinkin'."
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
With me pay all gone and clothes in pawn and Judy set for leavin'
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grievin'.
Oh lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
When the crimp comes 'round, I'll take his pound and his hand I'll be shakin'
Tomorrow morn, sail for the Horn just as the dawn is breakin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
Yes for one last trip from port I'll ship, but next time back I'm swearin'
I'll settle down in my home town, no more I'll go sea-farin'.
Oh Lord above, send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there
Blokes what sells bad beer to sailors.
Was taught this song by Eli the Pirate. I'll never forget it.
Must be one of your greatest hits,, because my wife loves this song. I wish for more 😅
sorry he passed in 2009. he did lots of good music not sure if i can upload more due to copyright but I'll work on it
One of my favorites!
$99 US.. really???
Two thumbs down must be from publcans
Where did you get this album
you can find it on amazon, itunes, barnes and nobles.. but i bought it before he passed and its harder to find now.
+D32243 Yeah, now it's $80. (Cheapest price available)
Can you possibly upload the rest of the songs? they are impossible to find. Nearly anything by him is. Hope the past 3 years has treated you well.
Does anyone know what he say's in the chorus? 'To carve the throats, of man that... What sells bad bear to sailors'
+2010jaymo "To cut the throats of them-there blokes what sells bad beer to sailors."
If I'm not mistaken.
Thank you! Very Appreciated!
+skizim143 Correct!