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Pump Her Dry


This is a more modern tune said to have been written by
Tony Goodenough, formerly of London's Shanty Crew. It is
written in a true shanty style. Pumping shanties could go
on for hours until the bilge water was pumped out of a ship.

Music by - Exmouth Shanty Men


Lyrics

They say life has its ups and downs
That really now is quite profound
I'd like to push the capstan round
But its pump me boys before we drown.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


The ocean we all do adore
So come on boys let's pump some more
Don't worry if your stiff and sore
I'm sure we've pumped this bit before.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


The captain's daughter I suppose
Could be called an English Rose
What would you think when I propose
The pox she gave to me a dose.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


This rose well she did prick me sore
I never felt so bad before
Thanks to the girl i did adore
I thought I'd never pump no more.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


I called the doctor right away
To find out what he had to say
That's two pound ten get on your way
I'm sure this girl is in his pay.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


Sometimes when I am in me bed
And thinking of me day ahead
I wish that I could wake up dead
But pumpin's all I get instead.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


There's so much water down below
Just how it got there I don't know
The old man says let's roll and go
But I think we're bound for Davey Jones.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


Yes, how I wish that I could die
The swine who built this tub to find
I'd bring him back from where he fries
And pump him till the beggar's dry.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.


If Noah used him for his ark
Now wouldn't that have been a lark
From rising sun till getting dark
The animals all hard at work.

Pump me boys, pump her dry
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your back and break your bones
We're just a thousand miles from home.




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