Amadan - Cadance to a Drunkin Arms Deal/Morrison's Jig lyrics

Well one fine day when I was twelve I went to stock my mother's shelves from the highland plains on which we dwelled to Galway Bay that morning And weigh, hey, and up she rises, British sailing ships comprised that view that spread before my eyes in Galway Bay that morning. 'Put him in the hold with the drunken sailors and put him to work as the captain's taylor.' Five long long years I kept my mother waiting early every morning And weigh, hey, and up I rises, weigh hey and up I rises, weight hey and up I rises early every morning Chorus: Well you can take your longboats, your swabbies and your lash You can take your sailing ship and shove it up your a**! Those endless nights of drinking rum they chill me to the bone Give me beer and whisky, tell my mom I'm coming home! God damn the Yanks, but f** the Brits and each and every English ship whose crew must work before the whip and bosun every morning I slip one night out of my lashings, pack my bedroll and some rations, through the hold and soon I'm dashing through the rigging and moorings I gut the bosun with my knife and throw his body to the brine, just to make sure he won't be crying out an early warning And weigh, hey, and up he rises, weigh hey and up he rises, weigh hey and up he rises early the next morning (Chorus:) Well, heave the longboat till it's over, splashing water makes me sober I find I'm now an Irish rower towards the break of morning So long to impressment and strife, a sailor's way it's not my life, I want a farm, a home, a wife, towards freedom I keep rowing Well, two long weeks I'm nearly there, can't stop for food or drink or air the sky my compa**, er I err, towards Ireland I keep rowing And weigh, hey, and up she rises, weigh hey and up she rises, weigh hey and up she rises on the wide horizon (Chorus:)