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Here's Tars Sing a sea song sung by The Minster Singers from a rare 78 rpm shellac record probably recorded pre 1920s.
Title: Tars' Song
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
First published: 1874 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 7, no. 228
Original text and translations
English.png English text
1 Our ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,
For she's the craft to carry sail,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her.
See, the wind is on our quarter,
Make all taut and snug, boys,
Swiftly she'll go through the water,
Then we'll serve the grog, boys.
Hark! the breeze begins to blow,
So clear your pipes, and join in our heave ho!
Now cheerily, my men, heave ho, heave ho!
Our ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her boys, now give it her,
For she's the craft to carry sail,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,
Cheerily my men, heave ho!
2 Our ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,
For she's the craft to carry sail,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her.
Through the night how fast she's sped now;
Keep her course nor'-west, boys;
Merry England's right ahead now;
Soon we'll make the land, boys.
Hark! the breeze…
Here's Tars Sing a sea song sung by The Minster Singers from a rare 78 rpm shellac record probably recorded pre 1920s.
Title: Tars' Song
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
First published: 1874 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 7, no. 228
Original text and translations
English.png English text
1 Our ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,
For she's the craft to carry sail,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her.
See, the wind is on our quarter,
Make all taut and snug, boys,
Swiftly she'll go through the water,
Then we'll serve the grog, boys.
Hark! the breeze begins to blow,
So clear your pipes, and join in our heave ho!
Now cheerily, my men, heave ho, heave ho!
Our ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her boys, now give it her,
For she's the craft to carry sail,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,
Cheerily my men, heave ho!
2 Our ship now goes with a pleasant gale,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her,
For she's the craft to carry sail,
Give it to her, boys, now give it her.
Through the night how fast she's sped now;
Keep her course nor'-west, boys;
Merry England's right ahead now;
Soon we'll make the land, boys.
Hark! the breeze…