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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