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BONEY WAS A WARRIOR

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Chorus To my aye, aye, blow the man down; Although he once played a remarkable game,

Chorus Give me some time to blow the man

down.

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Chorus Solo

Chorus

Solo

Chorus Solo

Chorus

For his ship lay becalmed in the tropical

seas,

To my aye, aye, blow the man down; And he whistled all day, but in vain, for a breeze,

Give me some time to blow the man down.

But a seal heard his whistle and loudly did call,

To my aye, aye, blow the man down; "Roll up your white canvas, jib, spanker and all,"

Give me some time to blow the man down.

BONEY WAS A WARRIOR

With swing

SOLO

CHORUS

*Bo-ney was a war-ri-or, Way-ay- ah!

SOLO

CHORUS

A war-ri-or, a war - ri-or,† John Fran-swor.

"Boney" refers to Napoleon Bonaparte.

"John Franswor" is a corruption of Jean François.

Solo

Chorus

Solo

Chorus

There he was a prisoner,

John Franswor.

Boney broke his heart and died,
Way-ay, ah!

Boney broke his heart and died,
John Franswor.

Slow
SOLO

DEAD HORSE

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DEAD HORSE

Poor old man, your horse is going to die,
CHORUS

SOLO

And I say so, and I hope so; Oh,poor old man,your

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Chorus Solo Chorus

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Chorus

Solo

Chorus

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Chorus

horse is going to die, Oh, poor old man.

For ninety days I've ridden on him,
And I say so, and I hope so;
When he dies I'll tan his skin.
Oh, poor old man.

If he lives we'll ride him again,
And I say so, and I hope so;
We'll ride him again with a tighter rein,
Oh, poor old man.

It's up aloft the horse must go,
And I say so, and I hope so;

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Chorus

We'll hoist him up, then bury him low,
Oh, poor old man.

Solo

Chorus

We'll hoist him to the mainyard-arm,
And I say so, and I hope so,

Solo

Chorus

Solo
Chorus

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Chorus

We'll hoist him to the mainyard-arm,
Oh, poor old man.

Then drop him to the depths of the sea,
And I say so, and I hope so,

Then drop him to the depths of the sea,
Oh, poor old man.

HANGING JOHNNIE

Moderately
SOLO

They call me Hang - ing John-nie,

CHORUS

SOLO

Hooray, . . hoo-ray!. I

nev - er

CHORUS

hung no-bod - y, . . Hang, boys,

hang.

Oh, the times are hard and the wa-ges low,
CHORUS

SOLO

Leave her, John-ny,leave her ! I'll pack my bag and
CHORUS

Solo

Chorus Solo

go be-low; It's time for us to leave her. It's growl you may but go you must, Leave her, Johnny, leave her!

It matters not whether you're last or first, Chorus It's time for us to leave her.

Solo

I'm getting thin and growing sad, Chorus Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Solo

Since first I joined this wooden-clad, Chorus It's time for us to leave her.