9)  We'll hang a chantey on any island -

A round of cheer for the ironies, please.

It's yo-heave-ho to the men on dry land,

Pass the beer at the bar, mates. At ease.

So, here's to starry's tar in the darbies,

The martialed sailor gone to the locker -

Ah, a-stammering among the fishies.

Aye, his soul's at rest by Neptune's clocker -

Bound up by seaweedery in the deep rocker!

 

8) The Chantey of Whidbey Island -

A tree - ole' - a silver bough.

Song of the wave, yarn of the sea -

The Chantey of Whidbey Island.

Ship's gray spun yarn, light by the lee -

Light chanteyman sings triolet.

The Chantey of Whidbey Island -

A tree - ole' - a silver bough.

 

7)  Whidbey Island -

Yo!  It's rope yarn sunday at sea.

Whidbey Island -

We'll scrim the shaw of that gray ship.

We'll spin rope yarn, chant to the lee.

We'll work on darn, sing for the glee.

Whidbey Island -

 

6)  O to sea doggerel on deck -

Of a sea horse, by wit and bones -

Poop of spun yarn to kelp and heck -

Wave, lay wit's end for Davy Jones!

Full fathom brine, at Neptune's beck.

Deep-six the nine, so seaweed moans.

 

5)  Yo!  To be a rhymer e,

Jack spins rope yarn to the lee:

Aye, sailor sew it;

Tar's a wag, poet.

Hail, rhymery of the sea!

 

4)  Captain Thomas B. -

Skipper of the sea.

His parrot of late -

Ben Worley, First Mate.

 

3)  O to be a rhymer e -

A rhymery of the sea -

Chant a chantey to the lee!

 

2)  I was the captain's scribe at sea.

So, write me, sir.  Who's wag are ye?

 

1)  Sea lawyers, try crime in a rhyme.

 

 

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