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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: Lloyd

  1. Anthem For Doomed Youth
  2. Basket Of Eggs
  3. Bitter Withy
  4. Blood Red Roses
  5. Bring Em Down
  6. Coal Owner And Pitmans Wife
  7. Corpus Christi Carol
  8. Dumiama Dingiama Dumiama Day
  9. Haul Away For Rosie
  10. Haul On The Bowline
  11. Heave Away Me Johnnies
  12. Heres To The Grog
  13. Husband With No Courage In Him
  14. Mccassery
  15. New South Wales
  16. Nine Times A Night
  17. Oh Shepherd Oh Shepherd Or The Sheep Are In The Wi
  18. One Night As I Lay On My Bed
  19. Oxford City Jealous Lover
  20. Prince Heathen
  21. Rosin The Beau
  22. Rounding The Horn
  23. Santy Anna
  24. The Black Ball Line
  25. The Blackleg Miners
  26. The Bold Black And Tan
  27. The Coast Of Peru
  28. The Liverpool Judies
  29. The Mermaid
  30. The Molecatcher
  31. The Road To Gundagai
  32. The Seven Joys Of Mary
  33. The Sheep Stealer
  34. The Ship In Distress
  35. The Troopers Horse
  36. The Two Magicians
  37. The Wanton Seed


Lloyd
Miscellaneous
Heave Away Me Johnnies
Heave Away, Me Johnnies

Now Johnny was a rover, and today he sailed away
Heave away, me Johnnies. Heave away -- away!
Says she, "I'll be yer sweetheart, dear, if ye will only stay"
And away, me bully boys, we're all bound to go.

Sometimes we sail for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for France;
But now we're bound for New York town to give the girls a chance.

Our advance note's in our pocket, boys, it sure will take us far
And now a cruise down Lime Street, boys, and to the American bar.

In two days time we'll be outward bound, and down the Mersey we'll clip
The gals'll all be waiting, boys, when we get back next trip.

The Peter's flying at the fore, the pilot's waiting the tide
And soon we'll be bound out again, bound for the other side.

And when we're homeward bound again, our pockets lined once more
We'll spend it all with the gals, me boys, and go to sea for more.

So gaily let your voices ring, me bullies heave and bust
'Taint no use in caterwauling; growl ye may, but go ye must.

Note: sung by A.L.Lloyd in movie Moby Dick
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