What Makes Us Special?

This is a page of odd bits that go to make Exmouth Gig Club so special….

Singing Shantys

Drunken Sailor

What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
What do you do with a drunken sailor
Earl-eye in the morning!

(chorus) Hoo ray and up she rises
Hoo ray up she rises
Hoo ray up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Earl-eye in the morning!

(chorus)

Put him in the hold with the Captain’s daughter
Put him in the hold with the Captain’s daughter
Put him in the hold with the Captain’s daughter
Earl-eye in the morning!

(chorus)

Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him
Early in the morning

(chorus)

Throw him in the lock-up ’til he’s sober
Throw him in the lock-up ’til he’s sober
Throw him in the lock-up ’til he’s sober
Earl-eye in the morning!

(chorus)

South Austrailia

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, ’round Cape Horn, we’re bound for South Australia

(chorus) Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing, we’re bound for South Australia

As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
‘Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we’re bound for South Australia

(chorus)

There’s just one thing that’s on my mind, heave away, haul away
That’s leaving Nancy Blair behind, we’re bound for South Australia

(chorus)

And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You’ll wish to God you’ve never been born, we’re bound for South Australia

(chorus)

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, ’round Cape Horn, we’re bound for South Australia

(chorus)

Coming Up Camborne Hill Going Down

Goin’ up Camborne Hill, coming down
Goin’ up Camborne Hill, coming down
The horses stood still;
The wheels went around;
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

White stockings, white stockings she wore (she wore)
White stockings, white stockings she wore
White stockings she wore:
The same as before;
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

I knowed her old father old man (old man)
I knowed her old father old man
I knowed her old man:
He blawed in the band;
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

I ‘ad ‘er, I ‘ad ‘er, I did
I ‘ad ‘er, I ‘ad ‘er, I did
I ‘ad ‘er, I did:
It cost me a quid
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

He heaved in the coal, in the steam (the steam)
He heaved in the coal, in the steam
He heaved in the coal:
The steam hit the beam
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

Oh Please ‘ave a baby by me
Oh Please ‘ave a baby by me
I’m young and I’m strong:
Won’t take very long
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

Goin’ up Camborne Hill, coming down
Goin’ up Camborne Hill, coming down
The horses stood still;
The wheels went around;
Going up Camborne Hill coming down

Spent my money on Rodney Bey

(Our very own shanty written by Keith Cornish 2018. To the tune of Sally Brown)

I stepped on board a Cornish gig boat

(Chorus) Wey hey row and go
And we rowed all night and we rowed all day
Spent my money on Rodney Bey

Rodney Bey she’s a grand old lady
(Chorus)
She turns heads when she’s on the water
(Chorus)
She’s been ridden by many fine rowers
(Chorus)
So I’m looking at Rodney’s young sister
(Chorus)
She’s sleek and fast and good little mover
(Chorus)
Now there’s three at Exmouth Gig Club
(Chorus x3)

Bohemian Rapsady (not a shanty but you can really get your teeth into this one)

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide no escape from reality
Open your eyes look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh, ooh
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows) I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro magnifico

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go will you let me go

Bismillah, no we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah, we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah, we will not let you go, let me go

Will not let you go, let me go (never)
Never let you go, let me go
Never let me go, ooh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah nothing really matters
Anyone can see nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows