Have You Ever Been To Sea, Billy Boy
Have you ever been to see Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Have you felt the waves are crashing at your door?
Will you come to see with me, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
We'll ride the waves like in the days of yore.
Let's air his cotton line grinder! Welcome aboard!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Come on up to the poop deck! Bring the salt!
Bobbin' in the harbor, he had barnacles encrusted on his home.
Ah, well I did bottom fishing, you see.
And as I stood upon the wharf, I thought that I could hear the captain call.
Yeah, well you like to see it when I can't fit!
Have you ever been to see Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Have you felt the waves are crashing at your door?
Will you come to see with me, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
We'll ride the waves like in the days of yore.
We'll ride the waves like in the days of yore.
When we were at sea, I felt the tingling of the breeze upon my cheek.
I'll show you where to put that this finger is by.
I heard the slapping of the sheets, the groaning of the lines, the timbers creak.
We are turned in the bowels, and I believe.
And when the day was done, we'd sing and pass around the grog.
Come sit down here the same way I'll show thee the captain's log.
There was drinking, there was dancing, there were always some surprises.
Grab hold of this ear tiller, my heave-ho, and up she rises.
Heave-ho, and up she rises, heave-ho, and up she rises.
Heave-ho, and up she rises early in the mornin'.
Have you ever been to sea, Billy Boy? Billy Boy?
Have you felt the waves of crashing at your door?
Will you come to sea with me, Billy Boy? Billy Boy?
You'll not get shipwrecked, but you might get blown ashore.
Well, make a saviour of ya yet, milie boy.