English

Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free,
It 's for Independence we all now agree;
Let us gird on our swords and prepare to defend
Our liberty, property, ourselves and our friends.

In a cause that's so righteous, come let us agree,
And from hostile invaders set America free,
The cause is so glorious we need not to fear
But from merciless tyrants we'll set ourselves clear.

Heaven's blessing attending us, no tyrant shall say
That Americans e'er to such monsters gave way,
But fighting we'll die in America's cause

Come all you brave sailors that sails on the main,
I'll tell you of a fight that was lately in Spain;
And of five sail of frigates bound to Malago,
For to fight the proud Spaniard our orders was so.

There was the Henry and Ruby and the Antelope also,
The Greyhound and the Bryan for fireships must go;
But so bravely we weighed and played our parts
That we made the proud Spaniards to quake in their hearts.

Then we came to an anchor so nigh to the mould:
"Methinks you proud English do grow very bold.'

Come, all you brave gallants, listen awhile,
With hey down, down, an a down ,
That are " this bower" within;
For of Robin Hood, that archer good,
A song I intend for to sing.

Upon a time it chanced so,
Bold Robin in [the] forrest did 'spy
A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare,
With his flesh to the market did hye.

Good morrow, good fellow, said jolly Robin,

1. Come all you brave Annapolis boys, I'll
tell you what I've seen, On a voyage to Demerara
in a fancy barkentine. The
thirtieth day of August in eighteen eighty three, The
Eva Johnson took our lines and towed us out to sea.
instead of going forward he would lie aft in the sun,

2 The mates did pick their watches and unto us did say,
" If you can't do your duty, boys, she's the hottest out of the Bay! "
" Oh Lord, oh Lord, what have I done, " so bitterly [one?] did scream,

Come all you bold ox teamsters,
Wherever you may be,
I hope you'll pay attention
And listen unto me.

2

It's of a bold ox teamster,
His name I'll tell to you,
His name was Johnny Carpenter,
He pulled the oxen through.

3

He took with him six bags of meal
And his bunk chains also,
All for to bind his spruce and pine
While hauling through the snow.

4

Says Carpenter unto Flemmons,
" I'll show them to haul spruce,
For my oxen in the snow, you see,

Come all ye sons of Brittany,
Assist my muse in tragedy,
And mourn brave Braddock's destiny,
And spend a mournful day,
Upon Monongahela fields,
The mighty're fallen o'er their shields;
And British blood bedews the hills
Of western Gilboa.

July the ninth, oh! Fatal Day,
They had a bold and bloody fray,
Our host was smote with a dismay;
Some basely did retire,
And left brave Braddock in the field,
Who had much rather die than yield,

1

Come all ye railroad section men,
 An' listen to my song;
It is of Larry O'Sullivan,
 Who now is dead and gone.
For twinty years a section boss,
 He niver hired a tar—
Oh, it's “j'int ahead and cinter back,
 An' Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r!”

2

For twinty years a section boss
 He worked upon the track,
And be it to his cred-i-it,
 He niver had a wrack,
For he kept every j'int right up to the p'int
 Wid the tap of the tampin'-bar-r;

1. Come all ye maids of Simcoe, give ear to what I
write, In crossing Lake Ontario where
raftsmen take delight, In crossing Lake Ontario
as jolly raftsmen do, While your
lowland, loafing farmers can stay at home with you.

2 The lowland, loafing farmers they tell their girls fine tales
All of the dangers they go through in crossing over their fields,
In cutting of their grass so green — that's all what they can do,
Whilst us poor jolly raftsmen runs they [the] St. Lawrence through.

Come all ye lads who know no fear,
To wealth and honor with me steer
In the Hyder Ali privateer,
Commanded by brave Barney.

She's new and true, and tight and sound,
Well rigged aloft, and all well found —
Come away and be with laurel crowned,
Away — and leave your lasses.

Accept our terms without delay,
And make your fortunes while you may,
Such offers are not every day
In the power of the jolly sailor.

Success and fame attend the brave,
But death the coward and the slave,

Come , all ye jolly sailors bold,
Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,
While English glory I unfold,
Huzza for the Arethusa !
She is a frigate tight and brave,
As ever stemmed the dashing wave;
Her men are staunch
To their fav'rite launch.
And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike, we'll all expire