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. MAIN MENU / NEXT SONG 
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