Bounding Main
A CAPITOL SHIP
By: Bounding Main
Catalog ID: 260848   Duration: 2:27   Tempo: Slow   BPM: 76   Vocal: Mixed Vocals
Genre: Folk Music | Sea Shanties | Pirate songs
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It’s a ship song. But sadly, the ship does not sink. The song does however contain mysterious lyrics that sound like, “on the Gulliby Isles where the pooh-poo smiles and the anagazanders roar.” Spend some time figuring that one out.   Keywords: Pirate, Maritime, Nautical, Tall Ship, Silly, Voyage, Adventure



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Lyrics:
A Capital Ship
1920's Dance Hall Song
Charles Edward Carryl, edited by Bounding Main

A capital ship for an ocean trip
was the "Walloping Window Blind."
No wind that blew dismayed her crew
or troubled the Captain’s mind.
The man at the wheel was made to feel
contempt for the wildest blo-o-ow,
Tho' it often appeared when the weather had cleared,
That he'd been in his bunk below.

    Chorus:
    So blow ye winds, heigh-ho
    A-roving I will go,
    I’ll stay no more on England’s shore,
    so let the music play-ay-ay,
    I’m off on the morning train,
    I’ll cross the bounding main.
    I’m off to my love with a boxing glove,
    ten thousand miles away.

The Bosun’s mate was very sedate,
yet fond of amusement too.
He played hop-scotch with the starboard watch,
while the Captain tickled the crew.
The gunner we had was apparently mad,
for he sat on the after ra-a-ail,
and he fired salutes with the Captain’s boots
in the teeth of the booming gale.  (Chorus.)

The Captain sat on the Commodore’s hat
and dined in a royal way,
off roasted pigs and pickles and figs,
and gummery bread each day.
The Cook he was Dutch and behaved as such
for the diet he gave the crew - oo - oo,
was a couple of tons of hot-cross buns
served up with sugar and glue.  (Chorus.)

And we all felt ill as mariners will
On a diet that's cheap and rude;
And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food.
Then nautical pride we laid aside,
And we cast the vessel ashore [or-or]
On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles,
And the Anagazanders roar.  (Chorus.)
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